...be a little bit dramatic at times, but the nostalgic slush which has overcome my brain is turning into ice as everything around me is being warmed by the changing of seasons.. my spirit is being weighed down by iceburgs bigger than the one that sunk the Titanic. Soon, I'll have so much weight on my shoulders I wont be able to stand, or think, or breathe. The phone has finally been disconnected, I ...

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