time twists and I’m left to bargain for all that is missing and whatever I’m locking down to treasure. something barren in my guts, leading me to moral measures such as feeling better about myself. what a terrible thing it is to waste such a good day, make it a good day; at least that’s what I’d like it to look like, but instead I just feel barren and silly. silly for trying something new and only getting some results, not the result. I’ve been noticed.
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