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[avalari]

4:52 am. cant sleep. thinking too much or not at all.

sigh

everything is up in the air. My bags are packed and I'm ready to go, but I'm not going anywhere. Hanging by a thread of hope and wondering where the next step will take me. Maybe down a mineshaft, maybe into something a little clearer.

too tired to type.

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David

[anonymous]

I know the feeling. It is the hope that is hard to temper, or to know if it should be tempered.