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May 11, 2007 15:35

the office is large and clean with a beautiful/saddening view.
my shoes click loudly on the hardwood surface, heads turn
and faces grin a little too long. my eyes and mouth are ice.
i work silently and come home to drink, read, count away hours
think about drugs. i miss drugs. but i can('t) go back...

work, drugs

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