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[new_pollution]

I know not who I am but I talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears. Our conversations are circles and always one sided, nothing is clear. Except we keep coming back to this meaning that I lack. He says the choices were given and now I must live them or just not live, but do you want that?

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[algorecrisis]

I have been listening to Bright Eyes all afternoon. Seems like maybe you have too. I don't know why but it always cheers me up. Maybe I just imagine the day that Conor and I will be blissfully sad together.

xom