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September 20, 2006



hm. the second poem made me angry. but it speaks truth. so its a good angry.

i'm supposed to be studying right now, but i can't because my head is too full of thoughts. and because my roommate is a tool (besides the point).

my inner thinker won't let me focus on work, as it is calling me, loudly, to stop for a day and process at least some of the [expletive] i've been taking on my shoulders. alas.

i could be some much more productive if i stopped wrestling with life

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