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i writ this piper of fiddled word and pretentious vocabulary (knot to mention appalling grammer), a break my weary mind did need. putting off, my lesson learned.
thoughts from post days and weaks, methinks months mayhaps? yes month(s). sad feel from my thoughts did kep me unrest.
i saught council from a frind. my quandary she already know (my feel, are they not hidden well?). confessional to a frind, something practiced oft, ne'er yet this fright had enveloped me.
she had me helped.

my glass rise to my frinds who had help me get bye.

lobe