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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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02.21.09, again

Times like tonight, I just want to raze the whole building to the ground. Leave the ashes to the canal. Let the swans ashen with the consequences of my anger. But I just sulk. Wander about the city, alone, listening to Jeff Buckley on repeat, reveling in solitude. I haven't been this free in ages.




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