Not sense. Insanity. Complete insanity. But it’s mine, and I own it.
I think I’ve deconstructed the tent and now wear it as a blanket while I wander in circles around the foyer, trying to figure out where I belong at any particular moment. When does the train leave the station again? Don’t want to miss it.
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Cause this story needs some mending & a better happy ending...