lectoraviva @ 2009 - 09-07T00: 45:00
I'm lost in a jumble of phrases and stale. I see myself out of date, totally unfit for living. but not the same every year at this time? begins in late summer and it my annual depression. is so predictable that even I am bored. begin to rave for November and for spring will be all happiness. naivete disappeared long ago.
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