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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

you with the sad eyes...
I can't be witty today.

Rough day with my nephews, begging me to drive by their mother's house. Too many questions, the asnwers too big for their little ears.

I need a drink.
Better medication.
Less heart.
More coffee.
Being underwater.
Too burnt to try flying.

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