A clean calendar, a sense of space, I feel that this month, this year, I would overcome fear of my deepest emotions.

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A clean calendar, a sense of space, I feel that this month, this year, I would overcome fear of my deepest emotions.
Spend time in my imagination, peer into the crack in the door walk directly into my vast space of words.
Rise to fate and equal it. Fill empty space with substance and with infinite soul-exploratory life.
I gotta go! This very instant. Run away in all this space.