this thing may as well not exist. i am playing again. i'm going to do it. i'm going to do it right. this is no time to let go of my dreams. the window is open and the cool air is what is keeping me sane right now. i don't think fall is my season: it never has been. i don't want to watch myself slowly decline. i have lost touch with almost all of
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