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[forcedapologies]

We are all sardines.
Lost in a sea of confusion, milling about. Trying to reach out for something, someone. Some hold out for the better; others cave and find the first one they can reach, dismissing themselves

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[same_inthe_end]

As long as I don't end up on a piece of pizza, I think I'll be okay.

[forcedapologies]

quien sabe.