Once again it's late and I'm up, chewing over the past like a starving man who's thrown the same meal up several times over but won't stop eating it.
Loz, Annie, Cat, Puma, Boccollo, Lorelei. It's all still here. Fuck me. I wonder if I actually do miss that life.... huh.
Go to bed Adam. Read coping theory another day.
Bring this back to life another
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