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I have nothing to do and I'd  rather not think. Of anything. I have nothing to read. Nothing to write. Nothing to look forward to all day. Nothing to look back at and feel nice about.

11. And all I have is a day like any other. And knowing that I'm the only one to remember. And half-done songs that slide,blunder, falter and stop, looped and broken; twisting like question marks..





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