i capture your words like shards of ice in my throat,i am un able to speak and they melt away with a bitter taste. my moods are like gusts of wind, and i am swimming in a fickle sea, with fish that live wimph to wimph. I stay here awhile and recall some talk of me and you. my biggest fear is now my new exception, i am taking on new responisbilites
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