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seemed like, too personal, for what you had lost .. but your words hurt me where they cut and even though we are screaming from different directions, loss is a common connection no matter who it is that we are missing, so whatever. I thank you for your honesty, because this bleeds well with these other colors and maybe there is some sort of point to the accumulations of stammerring that go on and on and on and on, in missing some one in such a sick way.. and althought they two, are never quite comparible, they certainly hold a lot of similarities like when life takes you around these fucked up turns. but.. just love; quirky and and unsurmountable.. no comprehension.. i'm just trying to get a hold on things, really, at all. you know? Seems it should eventually be easy enough to ensure that this fucking kite on a string assures a flight beyond a distance leading towards the ground, because of the way that it is put together, and that within a certain cognitive knowlege we know that the further we run against the wind the higher it will fly and above it's highest highest point in the sky: it goes. this kite may soar over and futher, the second doubt and yes indeed i beleive thats where the second chance comes in. in the wind we've worked so hard to oppose running in the wrong direction. just accept it and see what sorts of things take off. you know who you are i just feel ya, love. i guess. take care.