walking running driving faster i just go in circles. the twists of the tongue and the breaks of the heart lend it self to the knowledge that i am stuck in a lemniscate. you think youre making progress but really youre at the beginning again.
red eyes and tears give strength to move and change. i must be a masochist. to repeat a pattern of pain especially inflicted from another. i simply must.
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