Time. I finally managed to get hold of it. I had lost track. Of days, dates, and almost everything. I am not busy, I am just lost, in time. There had been a lot going on in my mind, and I have just lost myself somewhere in the middle of it all. I have survived the end of the world (I'm sure 21/12 is gone), and I am still waiting, for certain ends. I am trying to regain, what is lost in the relapse. I will perhaps find it some day. I am sure I will.
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