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again....
Breezy. I wish I could be free. I wish I knew what that meant. Wish I could keep up with time...wonder which way it went? Things use to be easy...even when they were hard. Even when they left me scarred I got over it. Fashioned a fort, and got under it. Built a bridge, learned from that shit. Looks real good written here...but in my ears a pounding as my heart breaks again, for no reason, over an old mess, patched up,corked up at best but never healed fully...lets keep it real...shambles I am, Wham! It's over and that fort and bridge under construction again. Again. Fuck...again.
