Saturday, May 22, 2004

One week later, i grow older, wearier.
One week later, i see the problems brewing in myself.
One week later, i lose sanity.
One week later, one week later.
One week later, I hate the mirror now.
In it, i see a sickening person.
You disgust me.
I question your existence.

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