My vacant mind. Once the mind of a soon to be great artist, inventor, famous bungee jumper etc
Slowly these opportunities have become few.
There's nobody to blame for these things. But time is cruel and time gets crueler. I try to be optimistic but we're breaking and we're broken alike. Read once somewhere that we're all the same dust, tons I'd the stuff the same dust as other people, same dust as moons and stars and our sun.
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