can't sleep. it's late. maybe early. maybe both. I've been thinking a lot. that's dangerous. a lot about a lot. nothing in particular. more like scattered thoughts. like dreams with twists and turns and a good plot. like jumbled words that come out of this tied up voice box. the one that's in knots because I don't know what you want to hear. I'm
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