Alone in our repetitive word.
01.31.05 - 4:20 p.m. I always forget what this is like, no matter how fast the intervening year goes by. I forget the cold and the hard as soon as I can. Being raked over the coals for my clear doesn't seem worth it to my battered psyche (I wonder why). Though the adrues-thick stopped up feeling never ever seems worth it. Instead, Ask yourself the same six questions over and over again, world without end.
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