trouble (prelude)

Been drawing some trouble these days. More on that later.

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Walking home, heard from a top floor window, with a blanket instead of curtains
You bastard. I lost my daughter for you. I lost my daughter for you. You bastard.
which makes one look, and stop, and stand there in the darkness, waiting a minute to see if it gets worse.

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Cleaned out my closet last night. Jesus. Some clothes too small, that's fine, I'm not that kind of hopeful, but a lot more just left to collect dust. Not doing that anymore. Amazing how a little anger can promote a lot of honesty.


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