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2-4-01 // 1.50 am I'm burning for you Nearly two o'clock in the morning. I'm walking the steets of this city with the cheap, light yet heady buzz of vodka & malt liquor. It's chilly and there's a light rain that causes the orange of the streetlights to seem just that little bit more romantic. I walk on, back to my flat, reclaiming some small part of the past, but at the same time realizing & accepting that those days are gone. Late nights like these are the closest I ever come to moments of zen.
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