Interlude

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For every up comes two downs.

Nothing is ever finished.

Nothing is ever fixed, only temporarilly patched together.

Swept under the rug after only just being noticed.

Just as you get into something and something starts to work, it's over.

And you know it's all your fucking fault.

Cos no matter how much enjoyment you get from it, you're never good enough.

Not for others and certainly not for yourself.

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