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long days.

tomorrow i get to go home.

i miss the smell of burning wood.

new songs make me happy.

i think i'm going insane.

short nights.

writing emails to passify

this came at the tail end of a response to basically feeling confused and partially empty. you've got to love relationships that never happened:

clear your head, clear your heart, clear you eyes. clarity will only bring you happiness.

i have faith that you'll find happiness, and i hope it fills your entire being.