I shut it off, and it stopped trickling, at first it still tried to show me things, but I didn’t follow it, so there’s parts of the plot I'm missing, do I still have the ability, is there still grace available to me, these days, all I'm thinking of, is the weight of responsibility, it’s just January, the year just started, and it’s as light as a feather, for winter it’s not that bad, but I still can’t wait for spring weather, I can hear it in the background, they’re still setting the stage, soon we’ll be dancing, don’t miss your queue, don’t be late, this story, life keeps playing out, maybe this is fate.

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