Another weekend passed. Time well spent. It's quite a beautiful mess in here. It feels right. I'm not sure how far the illusion runs or when it will end, but I do enjoy it. I miss the warm feeling, the buzz, the pain.
Interestingly enough, understanding invades my mental process enough to squander the everlasting honesty of last night's mystery. I am still confused.
Love is listening, will you let this last long? I really couldn't care less. Every part of me is satisfied.
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