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Dec 26, 2005 20:05

writing from a wintry hell.
tired of holiday vs. christmas controversies.
bored with wit and cleverness.
i hate poetry.
my grandma won't buy me anything smaller than a fucking extra large.
god i've let myself go.
god i sound like i'm forty just there.
someone shoot me before i sink into a pit of self loathing and despair.
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