ϟ It is so freeing

when you no longer have anything left to say to someone. After countless hours and months and years of spinning in circles, reiterating, fighting, yelling, hiding, etc, etc, 

          there is nothing left. 

It is almost a morbid feeling; as if a very dear friend has died. 

BUT—- simultaneously, this friend also had the tendency to make very negative impacts on your life.

I dunno, cough syrup has me rambling about nothing yet again. Apologies

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Happy birthday, Muddy Waters! The legendary Chicago blues guitarist would have been 99 years-old. Hear the story behind “I’m Your Hoochie-Coochie Man” and when Muddy realized that “whitey’s picking up on the things that I’m doing.”
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I will never be treated like that ever again.

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