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the plane landed, the train ended, the bus stopped, and i walked into my apartment and was greeted with starving cats and cold open windows. and a depression which falls each time a trip ends. the one that reminds me of the life i left behind, and how i must fall back into place. into a routine. And how I don
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routine, however, is somehow a part of living life. i wish i could leave it all behind. [oh, wow, this song by DJ Rap just boomed into my head at sonice level] [disturbing]
yr amazing. don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
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i'm glad to hear he's coming to see you! until then, dream happy things.
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