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May 2014
So many ideas, wondering aimlessly, endlessly. The thoughts are flowing; but the words are hidden. The feelings are there, but emotions keep getting in the way. The ideas are chasing each other around in my head, and my brain won't make up its mind. I guess we are all more tired than we are awake. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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