Remember
hindsight striking me at midnight hit me from the blindside coming from the inside preservation paranoid from devestation bordering on designation thoughts meander hesitation solitude a once courageous attitude horizons fade to latitude shadows talk to this old dude remember the beauty of September your last day in December that awakens me to nothing
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