I grew weary of my life in this era. For far too many notions, too many things left said and done, too many hurts, bruises, beaten, battered, listless. Where do I stop the pain? What must I do to "reinvent" my story? My story is what you are here for, right? For without it can I truly told you about my life?
I will be back, to many things running inside my head which makes it impossible for me to focus, I'm drained of my will to rationalize about memories that will serve you well, my memory for your pleasure.
*Sigh*.
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