I can't do this anymore. I can't read my own handwriting and I don't know that I want to and I don't know if it's because of my hands or because of my eyes. I've run out of things to say to you but I can't tell no one else has because they're talking a mile a minute but the substance of their words only reaches a foot and a half.
I'll just have to leave and be someone else.
I can't find my keys.
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