loooong weekends aren't as long as i want them to be.
moments come and go.
minutes pass me by.
days become nights.
all becomes cold.
just when you are getting the grasp of things, they seem to disappear into thin air.
what is wrong with me? i ask.
what is wrong with you? i wonder.
when all is well and good. doubt comes in.
when nothing seems right. you heave a sigh.
crap.
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