It's friggin cold 745 in the m0rn. And i'm up. On a sunday. Who am i kidding?
If it was p0ssible to feel all of the feelings in the w0rld, rolled into a single peri0d, i did, this past week. A c0mplicated blur and mess.
Weird, but n0t unwelc0med. Like an anticipated b0ost and wake-up call.
If only i have preci0us time to appreciate it. To think it over. To p0nder ab0ut.
Of which i d0n't.
Sadly.
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