April 6, 2026, Around 2 or 3AM.Sorry. Forgive me but I am not done with my rant of last night, so before the week starts, let me hold onto the leftover Sunday night and finish taking this dump of rot that is continued. Some days, the need to be elsewhere does not feel like longing. It feels like a reflex. A flinch of the soul. As if my inner life has spent so long bracing against this one that it
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