Four seasons

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Wednesday, June 2, 2004

Four seasons

One more day and I have nowhere to go Today has taken far to long; but is here now and I am dismayed-- All I wanted has come too late. Who would matter, no one will; is just me and my stupid guilt. Today I will be staying home to hold to the litle things that I call my own- the pillow and blankets... Sign in to see full entry.

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