Weak poems and horrible monologues
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Today
Some days are slower than others. Today was one of those days. Some of the minutes felt slow I could feel them drag past my body like a flood of molasses dragging me though life. Today was not a bad day, merely a slow day.
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