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, April 01, 2005
i'm such a terrible, terrible and horrible peron who should just dig a hole and stay there. oh dear. i'm so sorry. im feeling so b a d .
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