3:30 p.m. - 02/13/03
army of one. :..
Bah. I hate this. Depression comes in such a way that I can't see through my own eyes. And the homework stays unfinished and each row of the scarf seems too long to complete. The CDs click off too soon; the quiet overcomes. The mom returns too late and far sooner than I can accomodate. Stupid depression. I will come at you with axes, with torches lit to burn. You will not win me. You will not. chord :-<
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