seems to be made to be pulled out from under me, which could be amusing or tragic or bullsugar, even, but here in this (e)thereal this day was like too many others, busy busy busy with work work work and a fair amount of repetitive redundancy to boot, home late to eat and do laundry alone, wondering for yet another night if anyone will ever truly understand the me before this body dies (and will it end as it began, unwanted)... oh, the drama, aye?... just tired of the maze again, but too broke to step out at the moment and in flux due to sharing too much again...
what else is new...
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