Friday, March 4, 2005
Fatigue
Tiredness drenches me in a tedious stalemate too damp with drowsiness to lift and too thick with apathy to move. Eyelids struggle with the screen's glare piercing somnambulistic flutterings in a head heavy as concrete shoes. Sleep. I need to wrap myself in the depths of cherished slumber, until I...
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