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          The wind blew it away. Now I don’t know where it landed or how I could get it back. I’ve been struggling for days now…walking through these valleys, these roads, these alleys, and searching every corner in the world where it could possibly be hiding. And some pasts and presents, they want to be set free. Yet how could I, without it, my solace, my portal to another world, set these free when without any vehicle for words, my brain just keeps on going down the drain. Come back to me my friend. I miss you so terribly.

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