future madness but right now I'm just glad to be out- ta this in spirit. I was tired 'a all this fear it brings sad- ness. . . . if the glass in the mirror breaks I'll still be asking to had at it, have at all the bits and reflections and past habits passed down from gene- rations of my feelings and a growing insecurity that magic has a way of disguis- ing itself as a dependen- cy and it's tragic cuz in the end all I wanted was lasting love
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