I'm in severe danger of giving into the despair. Somewhere back there was a left turn for normality, I'm sure; though I missed it. I wish there was something more that I could write that would actually be worth writing, but its mostly banal.
So here I am, the trees are still swaying, the clouds are still fluffy, and I'm thinking "what now?"
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