At half past nine I summoned myself to forgive her, and at precisely nine thirty three I had expelled that curiosity, and just filed it as a whim.
I can’t create a format with which to try and live in, as I just simply can’t live within reason. Every doubt I have are all too often proven. If I am unable to be of some substance to others, then I have to admit that I am no longer resilient to the crush of emotions.
Therefore I must be creative for myself and humour my own twitches.
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