Towers.

I'm trying to remember what it was like to have stuff to say. To have a point of view. I use to write and those words used to carry my voice. Now I can't recall the sound of them.

It makes me sad. But it is one sorrow on top of many.

I'm hoping, if I can cure the one at the bottom, the rest will fall away.

I just wish I had more control over the things that will make my life better.

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