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No energy to get pen and paper.
Typing quite difficult.
Want a cigarette.
Of course,
nostalgic.
Self pity,
Jealousy.
Yesterday.
Scary new beginnings.
Old revelations.
Same love.
No love.
Dry hands.
Bad wine.
A lot of memories.
No control.
Desperate futures.
Sleep.
Warm.
Music.
Music.
Music.
Feelings.
Love.
It's all kinda new to me.
Don't know how I'm supposed to act, to feel or even what to say.
All these changes...
I'm lost.
Help.