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there are times when the past comes back to haunt my feelings of future doubt, then i become uneasy...cautious. days off continue till the dawn occurs to take me away to unfullfilled evenings and then i ask myself what does it all mean, this waste? space yearns to be filled even with crap, if only just to be filled. no amount of filling will void the the things that matter most.. but until a higher being lets me know the truth let the jelly be taken from my doughnut without regret. the numbers i have hurt can never be apologized enough yet all can take into account that i am truly sorry for discomfort and misunderstandings. causings need never be thrown away without a pair of tweezed reasonings for references. oi!