05/10/2006

Some part of me thinks I have been clean for too long and that I need some indulgence for old time’s sake and for some comfort. Tea has been doing the job for too long. Some illusions are just nice; I am willing to believe them. It was always part of who I was and that was some kind of identity for my inner me. Now I live without reflections but also without false pretences.

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