Friday, March 15, 2002
stared at the pages, couldn't read
stared at the screen, couldn't write
broke promises to keep on task
broke promises to care enough
is it being so close to the begining,
or is it me?
sun, songs, silence,
none kill my sloth
and i know i'll hate the consequences, but what can i do?
i can't think to write or focus to comprehend
i've tried all day
no choice but to continue even to failure
[don't follow me]
12:53 AM
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