For now I am better. I found my old record of the twelve. I was looking for my key. I can't remember what happened to my key. I guess when the time is right, I'll see it again. It has a habit of doing that.
I am patching up some of the holes in my stroy of the twelve. I want to write down all that I had and the ending so I will never forget it. I also want to have my own bedtime story that I wrote for myself. I think that would be badass.
I hardly ever finish what I start, pathetic I am.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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