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"I’ve opted for a list of somewhere around forty things that I considered significant, or at least, sound a little amusing when I give zero to minimal context."

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"There was a time, feels so long ago now, that we would’ve done literally anything to be together. Now it’s all too poisonous, too toxic for us to even communicate. It’s really very sad."

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"It'll all come right, I'll make sure of it. Even if I have to continue to fill my void with beads, or other knick-knacks."

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"Seems such a waste - all we sacrificed, to end up like this."

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"The sheer thought of "what's next?" makes me queasy and terrified. The more time passes, the more I seem to grieve for the loss of what I had."

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"All the while in wellies, my fisherman jumper, silly hat and jeans... we'll call that an 'experience'."

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"After a while, music became something I only really listened to obsessively, and when drunk. (Yet again the cycle repeats itself.)"

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"Unhealthy or not, I might be slightly less disgusted by the reflection in the mirror."

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[i]Coming to you LIVE from East Germany, it’s Steven On The Spot![/i]

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"Present note: Ah, the lesser parts at the surface, guiding the pen. Slightly unpleasant, but I shan’t muzzle the affair on the basis of my own hubris. I’m willing to admit these elements exist, even if I have the situation much better under control than I have in the past, and could likely pretend it all away to the uninitiated."

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"Despite being ankle-deep in muck on the way home at the time, I was reminded of how many divergent, unrelated memories I attach to music."

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"…Hope. A word that’s gotten me in trouble more than once. Mocked. Berated. Insulted. Generally informed it wouldn’t cut it."

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"Terribly angled ‘selfies’ on the moors. Long aimless walks. Late-night monologues, usually with “Our Diesel” bearing witness."

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"That being said, it could simply be a desire for the associated stability, comfort and pride/self-respect that comes with being functional, and, on occasion, standing on my own two feet."