the blog's been in coma for too long.
dunno where to begin anymore.
holidays been great..
been avoiding fyp..
dreadddding to go back tassie.
but i guess i'll be fine aft tt.
just need readjustments.
i think there will be tears in this proj.
I find a map and draw a straight line
over river farms and state lines
the distance from here to where you'd be
it's only finger-lenghts that i see
I touch the place
where i'd find your face
my fingers increases
of distant dark places
I'm miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
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