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dirty socks and 10am mornings.
everything i loved before i hate today.
the winds here move too swiftly.
i miss my family even when i am home, i miss them even more when i leave. our ramshackle home is a sore in my eye, but what fills it is more than i can bare to leave. why can't everything follow to the city?
am i always so foolish? or is it only after about half a dozen cigarettes and too many handfuls of time?
4:45 am - November 26, 2009
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