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My stories

D: 12/8/2004

It must be awful to drown. He was fishing at their usual campsite, she was inside the caravan (instead of sitting beside him on a little stool, as...

C: 29/6/2004

What is the essence of being? How old do you have to be to have it all? Why is the sky as white as bloodlessness? Sometimes I wonder who I am. I look...

B: 24/6/2004

Too many questions. I'll be here tomorrow in body, if not in mind. Ugh. I hate drinking water. Tastes of nothing, does it? I tell you what it tastes...

A: 6/3/2004

It would be so much easier if I could figure out who I am. I have to go offline in 5 minutes. I don't want to. The inter is my safety net. I'm not...

Station songs

At the station I might play with I ladder that twists up my leg, past my knee. I might sigh or stick my tongue out or embrace the warmth with...

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