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Thursday, September 10, 2009

ruslan

Oh look at this; the end of examinations. An opportunity to sleep? No. This is one of those rare nights were I feel absolutely horrid. Something is hurting but I don't know what. It's a nice kind of hurt though. Feels like someone took an ice-cream scoop to my heart and had some of what belongs to me. The scoop was smooth, the wound is neat. I quite like that.

"How are you feeling?"

How am I feeling? I had a wonderful day. I don't think I can sleep feeling like this. I think I'm going to throw up.

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i am

vivien, and i ask you to convince me of otherwise.

i'd like to be

a musician
a scientist
a thinker
a photographer
a time traveler
under the sea,
in an octopus' garden
in the shade.

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