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[piedpiper]

there's something to be said for these specific disappointments — the kind found at the end of a long nurtured build-up to experience. things you've imagined so many times, the way the pressure rises and drops and rises again in those fantasies, in your body. the tension of muscles in places that hold excitement with the tightest hopeful grip. the taste of something in your mind's mouth, that smooth honeyed slickness, gone flat on reality's palate. there's a freedom in the bubble burst, your trademark shrug. when you're back upright on good feet — a sadder, surer step as you push forward to the next dream.