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Jan 2011
Walking down a trail leading nowhere
Rabbit holes cover the hillside
Who are you following me along this forsaken path?
A fragment of a lost and forgotten fragmented expression of self.
I can't see anymore, where am I?
Falling, falling, falling, fallen...
"Who might you be?", asks the follower.
shadow speak no evil
unconscious thoughts delay realization
*It's ok, I'm just talking to myself again.
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