chillin by myself letting the flatware soak and I realized I've always been this self reliant for regular things. Its just that one hole left I've never been able to fill. You go out and look but to no avail. You sit and wait for it and you are left wanting. How much of life really is fate? How often do we come close them make a choice that pulls us away from instead of pushing us towards the life, or love we seek? Always questions rod... Never any answers for yourself.
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