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1:48 p.m. || 2004-02-02 | The days run endlessly into one another, as if they were painted in watercolour.. Do I even really exist? Perhaps this is a dream, or a nightmare, or an imagination in someone elses mind. Maybe I am a stickfigure drawn clumsily and quickly in some sketchbook ... ++++++++++++++++ It rains, freezes... the world is covered in crystalline ice... The wind blows... But I am too heavy and though I'd like to just float away my feet remain firmly on the ground. Water colours bleed the days into each other.. Yesterday is today is tomorrow..
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