A tone of perspective and truth. I'm actually losing someone dear in my life. Those lurid obscenities of truth and a picassoesque deformity. I'm 6 months too late to make up for those lost times. I feel a need to be alone, for some solitary time, and time to think about. This road passes many people. Many of them are tired, some tired of running.
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