I am homesick for a place that doesn't exist. A recovered drug addict, OD writer from way-back-when, an OG of mIRC and #chatrooms, back when the sound of dialup was an echo of my own heartbeat. I'm a prisoner of nostalgia, and the written word has always been my escape. Somedays, I feel as though as I am suspended in a time continuum. That, to me, is peace.
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