This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 13.2.2015 at 09:57
I realise that some part of me wants to stay here; every time I've come close, it's merely been a wound, not the fatal blow.
But sometimes for the life of me, I can't come up with a reason why.
It's like I'm suspended in animation, waiting for something else to do the dirty deed for me.
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