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| homeward bound dosage. |
I wandered home. And what it felt like, was ages ago. I don't mind wearing leather jackets. The thought of hitting refresh doesn't scare me. Questions. I have so many questions for you, and when we meet you will answer them all. Reflection. I am reflecting on what is already known. It is almost. Pointless. Even when the world is on fire I find it hard to put it out. Rubbish. Dose. Poison. I feel my hands. That part between your finger nail and palm. Throw it away.
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