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Been in the south 3year what a mixed time I had down there now it recedes like a dying storm that now almost never was. Only disjointed waking memories remain, the dreams tear me to bits as I lay there a prisoner of sleep. What me + my ex had, what we could have had. X, Y, Z of possibilities of my life. I stare at the northern hills dark on the, my, horizon. A clear cloudle...
Thursday 21st June 2012 9:49 pm
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