Day about to break as I and the world I've fallen into, fall asleep at last. A day of fate I suppose. An impression here, and an impression or more there. This thing I'm trying to keep alive is catching their eyes it seems.
I have been hoping recently. Disappointment and restriction are the inevitable ends. Loose ends to be tied, and perhaps me into them, by month's end. Maybe later today.
Hoping for so much impossibilty. Yearning for this definition of love. Hating this distrust.
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