...what it was all about. Interesting because I usually remember too much.
Walking (standing?) in a fog again, alone.
The (Jay)sun will rise again, eventually.
(ooooo...cryptic)
(sometimes I forget that I this is my own personal storm diary, and that even though I filter things, I don't have to explain myself to anyone nor should I feel embarrassed if they think I'm some bipolar freak. As with all things in life, not all is as it appears to be. Whatever that means)
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