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[thinkwishfule]

a small note of carelessness hanging over my head, i pull the car into drive. we are forty five minutes out of here, westward, homebound. i am driving slowly, taking in the moon's fullness and the feeling of being the only car on the freeway. i am ashamed of my mistakes, and angry at those who prompted them, but really it is only myself, and i am

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[1_eagereye]

lovely. you're a writer.

[thinkwishfule]

thanks man.
i cant wait to see you!