April 2011
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April First 2010, Around Seven O'clock.
Today I sat wallowing in self pity, seeking to drown and walk on water in one fluid, gulping motion. I attempted to find solace in the world and the weather but found myself stifled by oppressive heat and inane vanity. Things are not how I wish them to be, they come as they are and it is a fool’s errand to twist them to my will. The world is not mine, it is its own. I am a fool.
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