shh . . .
it's happening again; something i've always enjoyed. hmm . . .
r u ready? i'm not. i always think i am. but i always realize otherwise.
i'm on the stoop of some downtown brownstone, which by the way coincidentially rhymes for no special reason, trying to think of what is running through my veins. surely.it.is.not.blood.
tears? i haven't cried. f
ears? i'm not afraid.
questions? i have the answers.
dreams? i've worn them out.
where is the one with the fire in his blood?
LOOK. look. keep looking. yes. just keep looking.
oh.my.god.
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