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I don't have much to say. I fear it will be the same bullshit that always falls from my mind
to my finger tips to this damn keyboard. I don't know who I am or where I belong or why
I bother worrying about it. I hate silence and I feel like my heart stops when I can hear it.
Its louder then you think. I'm not sure where I am supposed to be or how long it will take me
to get there. I just keep walking. I feel something in the wind, I breathe it in the air. Its rough
and I'm not sure whether I want it to come. This house scares me. I know its walls too well.
These are old, as is my talk...
Valentines Day is soon. The best to all of you who have someone to hold.