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28 march 2003.
i can't bring myself to take the exit which would lead me to my room, so i keep going and almost get lost. there is a comfort in the not-knowing, the past week being full of sponteneity and anything but prediction. but its late and im out of money and have nothing but a headache and dirty clothes. i get back and pace around the floor barefoot until the numbness in my toes spreads to my knees and i stare out the window a while before closing it. i consider a lack of energy and various contents of my wallet now gone, but even with that and all the rest, it's only you i'm missing. |
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