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[erictron]

It's hard to have so many people around me all the time. I'm socializing, I promise, I'm doing so well. It kind of takes so long to get used to the idea of sleeping alone, although I wouldn't have it any other way. My tongue is infected, my old life chases after me every step I take, and i'm taunted by those dreams again.




There's cards i'd like to send to you. In your small room ten thousand miles away you would read them and think of me thinking of you, which I do constantly. It was way too early to leave.

you have always been fire.