/ 8:44pm
08 Wednesday, December

Then, because you live only once and you are young and things change around you, unwavering in intensity, you shoot for the new. Distance, deteriorating, fumbling and folding in your hands: imagined. I did not want to break a chain, or loop, undecided, in a continuum: impartial; but I had decided to live. I cannot tell you what that looks like.

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