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Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Two 

He sat down and looked at the blank paper.

Where words had once flowed effortlessly, now they deserted him.

He'd never felt so alone in his entire life.

He put his pen to paper.

Time to confront my... angels.

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He found himself wandering aimlessly down orchard road, past Wesley church, and still further.

Just walk.

Just... walk.

The tangled thoughts of yesterday; of a certain nurse; of... the past can wait.

Right now, just walk. And forget The Past. Let my whims carry me where they will...

I need to be free.

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