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Dear Journal,
I hope that shit picks up sometime. It's as though mediocrity is a curse that I can't shake. That, perhaps, may be the most squalid of things, soft enough to break a man before he gets the chance to feel it. Grace is like a passing glace; it's only a chance. There isn't any sort of guarantee and it's what we're left with. If you don't find some you're fucked. I need grace.
I hope that shit picks up sometime. It's as though mediocrity is a curse that I can't shake. That, perhaps, may be the most squalid of things, soft enough to break a man before he gets the chance to feel it. Grace is like a passing glace; it's only a chance. There isn't any sort of guarantee and it's what we're left with. If you don't find some you're fucked. I need grace.