Sunday, July 31, 2005

Anxiety.

I need to relax. Move into my happy place. Systems all fucked up. A ball in the back of my throat. I know not what awaits, but dread the worst. I will go down valiently in one last move in a deadly game. There will always be only loosers in a battle of which forthcomes.

Smile tomorow about your triumph today.

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