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I'm not sure what to believe anymore. the thoughts inside my head are begging to come out and I'm starting to think that if I walked into the sea I'd make it to you somehow. I'm writing to you because you live too far away and maybe the bends and swirls in the letters of each word will say the things my words cannot. I'm singing songs that have been stuck in my head since wednesday night and maybe you're singing songs too. I'm one of those romantics and that's usually not a good thing because romanticizing things gets me nowhere. I'm not tired because somewhere else there is a revolution going on inside the workings of the clocks at the train station where whistles are blowing and people are yelling and being reunited, while I'm sitting here trying to tell my thoughts to be quiet and let me sleep.