The bus again is a catalyst; all these people feeling things I will never know. It's too much. The beauty of youth the beauty and the lost souls. I am venturing out into the night. Restless, forgetful, anxious. I want drugs and lots of them; I want the wind up around my thighs as dawn breaks. That's not what I'm looking for, not tonight, not again. Something has shifted.
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