It is 2 a.m. at Central Station, and my footsteps quicken towards the stand as the rain beats down. A wild mind that yields to no one, save his voice on the phone when he feels he can hold me down. Unattached, only to return as consumed as ever.

Lightning flashes as I slash open another bundle of dusty memories. Here we go again.

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