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Monday
The setting sun is so hot that the rays feels like flames, burning everything within its reach. I'm in the frontline, with the rays slowing devouring each and every bit of consciousness that I still posses. Why is the setting sun so harsh, so full of vengence? Does it not want to leave? And why is the rising sun always so warm and comfortable? As you can see, my mind is almost gone.
Hot hot hot hot hot hot!!!
1/13/2003|0comments [speak] 
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