Someone, else, is awake.

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Old tunes.  Strange they come back.  Life hurts.  But it's... beautiful.  Worth living for, dying for.  Amen.

Bleed me?  Okay.

I don't mind.  I... started it?  Or bled for you first?

Don't worry, it hurts more coming back than I remembered it going out.  Not sure that is the point?  Just... so you know.  I may be bullet proof, but... not that bullet proof.  I just can't seem to die.  A just desert, a grace, a chance?  Amen.

Yea, no, never did get to sleep.  I'll put the shirts in the dryer, and get a shower?  Hope to.  Later.