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Written in the cemetery, drunk and high on painkillers. Had not those sprinklers gone off and interrupted my thoughts, I would have gone to that fucking bridge. Maybe I wouldn't have been here anymore then. It's funny how things play out...
Into the unknownLast time I was here, it was autumn. Rain was falling. Not real rain, but water dripping from the trees. I was wearing my leather jacket. I was still using it back then. I wrote poetry here. Now I am writing you instead.
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