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tethers The sooner I move out of this house, the better. I sit around and I never get anything done. Then I slowly begin to sink. My shoulders are a little heavy, so I slouch a bit... and my eyes are getting droopy, it wouldn't hurt to just close them for a little while... just a little while... This need to fade, it's easy to blame on my parents. I want to blame it on the cat who never wants to sleep with me. There's a fatalistic atmosphere conceived during a time of such finalities. I'm tired... to even blame. Too tired to get riled up. I want to believe that when I get out, things will be different, (because no matter where you run you just end up running into yourself) I've got to get up. Get up little girl. Get some sunshine in your blood.
05.26.03 - 7:53 p.m.
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