Saturday, July 23, 2005
I do not think this is unbridled angst, if I can still write as a figure of composure.
Although, I would very much like to ram my fists into the walls that are closing slowly around the weakened soul, pummel then tumble, before bursting through the suffocating ceiling to emit a primal scream of what I am feeling now dammitdammitdammit.
Screw it. It just has to happen but will pass soon enough, and I really don't think it is something that anyone else can help with. Even if you try, can you even comprehend? Fat hope of that.
So altogether now.. I've braced myself for the poor hand that Life and Fate can deal me.
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