there is so much to say, yet...i type...and delete...and re type...and delete...and this goes on for a whole two minutes...because i don't know how to start...i'm paying attention to my starting line, to make it interesting enough for you...but for the first time ever, this is dedicated to myself...so my start is plain...
i'm trying to hold on to my life, the one i'm living right now...in my palm...just like water...most of it trickles out, drop by drop falls from the back of my hand...but it leaves my palm wet...and it's that dampness i want to preserve...
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