Me.
Missing Title.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Tired.
The day is spent and I felt good throughout most of it. And then someone mentions your name, and everything turns over. Someone mentions you and now, I'm depressed.
Tired.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 1:00 AM
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