May 31, 2005 21:01
All of today might as well have been a dream. That's about how real it felt. It's one of my many wasted, half-here, half-inside-myself days.
Things come, but my eyes are only for stains on the floor.
Things stay, but I don't register their prescence.
Things pass, and I sigh for something missing that I'd never known was present.
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yo its been a long time i heard from you.
~PRL~
I'M OUT
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