I often talk to myself.
The heavier things are debated within the confines of my head.
Some do not like my abrupt manner.
Sometimes, I’ll tell myself to shove it.
…but I make no apologies for it.
Truth is truth, I prefer mine unsugarcoated.
Bedrock from Barney rubble
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Here I am in the future, and here you are in my past. Here we are, both of
us, together. Right now. Here. Why though? Is it fate? Destiny? Kismet?
Synch...
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