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Monday, August 08, 2005

9 On The Ritcher

"..is there anyone out there,
because it's getting harder,
and harder to breathe.."

Dear lonely isle,

Today I woke up wishing the floor would swallow me.
Just take me to the centre of the earth, and let me rot at the core of it all.
But the floor remained immobile, and there were no signs to any rumbling that might indicate a sudden earthquake.

So I got out of bed and went to school.

love, joyce.

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