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Registered: January 1970
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There's a moment that you dread all your life.The moment you come face-to-face with yourself and there are no backrooms left to hide in, no more daemons you can blame. When circumstances abandon you, and all you're left with are two things: yourself to examine and a decision to make. But, of course, the decision's never easy to make. If it were, you never would have erected so many barriers between yourself and it in the first place. You would have dealt with it head-on and laughed about it later, about how silly, how foolish you had been. Only, none of that happened and now the sound of laughter is missing from the room. You sit alone and wonder if you'll ever stir from this place again.
M ??? I miss the poetry
smith J
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