Dear Diary
the irksome afternoon begins retreating leaving traces of banal sanity and set routine. I meander through the curves of today and silently dip into a vanilla pool of accustomed blah, tying an anchor around my feet to keep from surfacing on an impulse.
the irksome afternoon begins retreating leaving traces of banal sanity and set routine. I meander through the curves of today and silently dip into a vanilla pool of accustomed blah, tying an anchor around my feet to keep from surfacing on an impulse.
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