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the endless game

  I don’t see the rain anymore. I feel it and I not blind to it.  I am aware of its existence and I am certainly affected by it, but I no longer see it.  I don’t see Monday’s either. Time has disappeared or at least transformed itself into something I don’t recognize...

love yourself

  ‘You Fat Fuck!’ These are the words that ever so quickly flashed in my mind, as I locked eyes with myself, in the change room mirror.  I was somewhat surprised to hear them, given that I have been feeling relatively sexy of late.  It was not what I was expecting...