I'm feeling slightly more reasonably tonight. I said I wouldn't delete mistake posts, so I won't delete my post from late Thursday night. Sometimes I don't think straight. My poetry plods along as it always has. This was my last week of class until Autumn, so I'll probably work on sending more of it out next week. I think understanding still evades me, but I'm growing to see that I should never expect it out of anyone. I'm alone in here, and it will probably be that way for a very long time.
Prester Bane is near. I can feel him. A journey back to the Void seems imminent.
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