if i'm going to continue writing here, its going to be more like a diary damnit. i wish i could have a real diary, by hand, but it hurts too much and its too slow for me.
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its an odd hour for me to be awake, 4:10am. i havent seen you in a while. missed you.
i'm in that weird speedy area of my focus medicine ride where i
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