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How do you go home when your home is a person, and that person isn't there anymore? It's funny but I think that's why I walk so fast. I'm not weightless because I'm lighthearted. It's because I'm hollow. All I want is some peace and quiet. To be alone, for a long while. Where I can play the piano like I used to, and think only of the fingers and the wrists. I think I know where to go, but it's so cold outside and I'm afraid. I want to be alone but I don't want to be alone by myself. There are things I want to do, that I need to do. But all the energy is wasting away inside my mind. The time that is spent dreaming up a rose is wasted when I should have been watering it.
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