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Frigid sky scattered here and there. Shadows watch mountains who are not easily scared. Snowflakes fall as time stands still, while sun's warmth trembles under the treacherous chill. Depths run thin as the ice grows, and blue meets white in the blue shallow. Everything covered perfectly in a blanket, one that is cold and doesn't need to fake it.

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    Nothing like fried brain in the morning...

    Wave 251

    Wednesday

    The 7th of May, 2003 at 07:52 AM

    And if i make it through today
    Will tomorrow be the same
    Am i just running in place
    And if i stumble and i fall
    Should i get up and carry on
    Will it all just be the same
    Cause im young and im hopeless
    im lost and i know this
    im going nowhere fast thats what they say
    im troublesome i've fallen
    im angry at my father
    its me against this world and i dont care
    i dont care

    Good Charlotte - The Young and the Hopeless

    Read yesterdays post it is more interesting. Sorry but my brain cells this morning are literally fried and its not even finals week. Gl to all of you out there on yours because I know what they can do to a person.

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