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My days aren't so much days but eternal evenings.
Not the warm, magical evenings spent with like souls, but the dark, lonely kind with the company of a humming computer and infomercials.
I am not one that can thrive in such a lifestyle.
I am fraction of myself. A stationary whirlwind of magic and possibility. Those close to me get caught in the outer winds of my storm and are rained on by my emotions.
Not the warm, magical evenings spent with like souls, but the dark, lonely kind with the company of a humming computer and infomercials.
I am not one that can thrive in such a lifestyle.
I am fraction of myself. A stationary whirlwind of magic and possibility. Those close to me get caught in the outer winds of my storm and are rained on by my emotions.