We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
Friday, March 04, 2005
there is something wrong with the world and it is very disheartening. i'm too tired to say anything more.
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