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and we are off and running with a most unpleasant start. i feel the weakness of our people screaming in my veins and i weep with broken expletives. the fear of walking off alone is too much so i drink and sleep and shrug it off, hoping to find sanctity in ignorance. i drew out plans to make a dashing exit, but i always seem to get caught in the hang-ups of yer old cobwebs and dusty photos. here i am, with open hands. here i am still listening to the hum of street lights. when the sun comes up, i'm not a newer man. i'm still that same impatient child, wanting the things he can't have.