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[democricide]

and so dragging on with sweat from brow to pour down-flow all a days summer with nothing to water with, dried up humor, wasted humility, bad feelings balled up now. winter wails in my heart, wallows from until then end of mornings and afternoons, as the evening ceases the day, chokehold until tomorrow. reading the sky, it reads "you are blind",

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[colorthesky]

Whoa. Weird. I decided to update my journal today for the first time in GOD knows how long too.