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“oh my darling
this is getting harder
the world is growing smaller
everyday

oh my darling your memory slowly fading
i know i keep complaining but
i’m not as strong as i was…”
-noah gundersen. San antonio fading.

I feel exactly this song. As if thats important these days. What i feel? What you feel? Who cares really. Just feelings. Always passing, never staying. Never resting or settling in.. I’m so incredibly frustrated. A deep irritant under my skin .. can’t scratch it out,  cant itch enough at it … don’t you have a voice? Don’t you want any particular way? “Well fine, either way, either way is fine with me” well, have you nothing to fight for?
Have you now nothing to want… no..no i suppose not.