I have come to realize over the last few days that my Red Alert muse is dead. I am rather sad about this, actually as I liked having him around even if he was a pain at times. I will miss the way he pestered me about the laundry. He did keep me on track quite often. I suppose that he felt that he served no purpose or had no use anymore and moved on to greener pastures, not that I blame him.
What scares me more, is that nearly all my muses are dying along side him. My brain is a quiet place anymore. A sad place. I miss the people who I thought were my friends. I guess I was wrong. As usual. Doesn't matter.
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