I still cry sometimes. Histories are such convoluted things. Often, there is little point to this emotion. I wonder if I simply need to allow my emotion to leave, expressed as it must be. Guggenheim remakes and subterranean murals. All of my earliest ideal-isms idealized still like some country ballad mourning the loss of youth. It serves to show
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