of which there is none, but we find ourselves where we started.
thinking about the same things, wondering if the same failures will repeat themselves, and ultimately considering how far we've gone in all this time. abstinence has been an utterly sobering experience for me, knowing that i can be without this reliance on the tangible to reassure myself of my own existence; or has it really been my own existence I've needed to prove?
what is it i reach out for, in the dark?
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