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Connections. Can be more insidious than you’d think. When the blackouts started… I began to fill in the blanks. So that no one would know. But they are trying to trick me with their questions. Can you tell me where you are? Can you tell me what year it is? Why do they care… No one cares about my ideas anyway. Even when I’m trying to shout them out. They don’t understand that I’ll forget all this. And I can’t write it down, because I forgot how to write, again. I’m not crazy, I promise! I just want to be loved… But that wasn’t the question.

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