I decided to write tonight because I haven't in a while.
The days have gone on... and sincerely they've just been like NS... transitional, routine (but hell 'uva lot more fun). I'd wish for something different, but I threw that away.
Unfinished and incoherent stuff.
My oddities keep me sane.
I think about days past,
And only remember the worst.
Signs of a perfectionist,
A regretful curse.
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