Nerves twitched. The ground is all there is to look at, while slowing rotting away; frayed are the hours to come, minutes seem more like days. Coughing brings some slight fear, how clear my case is this seems to be all I can think of.
Distrust!
Stressed Out!
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
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