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[xvolatilex]

Konstantine plays out and tears fall and I want to write poetry. I want to sit and go outside and just cry. Forever. I want to escape. Go far away and just start over. Too much is held here. I can count the years further back then the memories go...when you start to forget things and whent he emotions detach and when you find yourself stumbling

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[paperpants]

That's a change from this morning and a lot to think about.

But I can't fulfill any dreams.