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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.

It's blowing cold here today. I almost froze my face off walking to work. And this is Spring time around here. I know I haven't experienced anything near what is supposed to be 'cold' around here but if today is any kind of indication, I think maybe I ought to go bulk buy thermal underwear.

I miss my family today. It's funny (ironic, not Ha Ha) that I feel this way because I am usually alone and not near my family anyway and I never felt lonely or anything. It's in my head. The distance makes my yearning echo, like ripples across the water. Of what was once a very still pond.

Anyhow, I can't write long, my bed is calling me.
I still look at your picture and feel like swimming in the pools of dark water that are your eyes...I'd come home for you

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