It's now one am, and cold. The stars aren't out but the clouds are - and just out as beautiful. How are you? It's a meaningless question - but you won't answer me fully, or honestly, so I'm resigned to repeat it endlessly. That's a sign of madness, right? Doing the same thing over and over, expecting a different result? That's what it's like with you. The same result every time. Dirty circles that get cloudier with each revolution. I want to be done, or I want it to be real again, or I want it to be like it was, back in the fall, back when I knew where I was.
It's so cold these days, but the air is fresh at least......
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