Somebody popped this bubble, and the only thought that's running through my head is "Goddamnit." I don't want to go. I know this had to happen, and I know it's gonna be fine, but sometimes I just can't help wanting. Wanting too much, perhaps. Wanting a life I can write myself. But like that bunny in the cage, happily chewing on its hay, I've had my day and now it's time to work to earn what I've got. Fortune favors the bold, as I have seen, and the patient, as I am going to prove.
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