It seems like nothing now.. that i did nothing. that i have been doing nothing..
Waiting seems like a part of my 24 hour existence.. waiting and long ing.. longing for a chance to be something new.. knowing old is what i am.. knowing nothing is what it seemed.. or ever seems.
knowing is not knowing because it is a constant no-ing.
i have to leave.
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