Sunday, February 2, 2014
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Nine o'clock in the morning
and the dawn is void of birds
or any vague remembrances of birdsong.
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7/27/2025 11:15:42 PM # 1.0.0
There have been days where I wished I was a stranger waiting for an approaching train, always trying to escape a perpetually unhappy brain. City frozen over and unrelenting pain, have you ever dreamt you were embraced by your murderer again? This whole part. No words to explain. Amazing.