Rationalization of the insanity within proves futile. I want to tell you everything and nothing, all at once. For one who used to pocess such patience, I am strangely about the sooner than later. Alas, damage is undeniable but hidden. Where DO broken hearts go, Whitney? I desire unspeakable things in an....unspeakable time? Who gauges such things? I mourned the change, or lack therof, years before the reality...like writing a report before the due date. Maybe analogies aren't a strong suit, but perfection is overrated. My cerebelum is crawling with "what ifs" and "dammmnnn, boy." Hopefully the criptic nature disguises the fears and anxiety within. Feel free to ignore me...this and that.
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