Cookies and Cigarettes
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Fame. It gets stressful. One minute you're having fun, feeling as though you rule the world, listening to fans chant your name; the next you're on the couch back in your dormatory, refusing to move, in a state of such severe depression that only senseless and irrational activities can make oneself feel 'better'.
Foreword
"Taemin-ah?"
"Taemin-ah?"
I could hear him. He had just entered the dormatory. I simply just didn't wish to answer. I didn't want contact. I didn't want to move.
I didn't want help.
No...
I didn't need help.
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