wandering through the myriad of memories, sorting false from true, documenting moments frozen forever in my mind, i seek release. Let the goblins of before no longer bar the door of the future.. tomorrow shall unfold as it shall, and I look to greet the day open hearted....
these rambling words seeking coherence, looking for plot, and substance.... form, function... beyond easing this pain in my head that begs release... perhaps this is how all stories begin....
This whole…
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