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djduquet
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I’ve made mistakes. These errors abound can not be reverted into a state of equilibrium. As such, I sit as trapped – fused in a state of detestability. So far behind that folding in upon myself should save more sanity than any other option. These things I know, thus the disposition of utter hatred. Some courses I may keep my head above water. Others I shall surpass a high ranking. However, the time on the days of “T” from four to six are a stifling living hell.
This has been as a river. When the heavy seasonal rains come, all rejoice for the health of the crops. Yet the silt which builds up floods the lands while blocking all forms of aquatic transportation. ‘Tis the unfolding of events, and accelerated geology. Depositional layers accumulate and solidity before they may be washed aloft.
Such a long season this has been. A long winter tearing against the soul. Spring has come again, only to rain upon the seedlings of mistake. Overgrowth has conquered my life.
This has been as a river. When the heavy seasonal rains come, all rejoice for the health of the crops. Yet the silt which builds up floods the lands while blocking all forms of aquatic transportation. ‘Tis the unfolding of events, and accelerated geology. Depositional layers accumulate and solidity before they may be washed aloft.
Such a long season this has been. A long winter tearing against the soul. Spring has come again, only to rain upon the seedlings of mistake. Overgrowth has conquered my life.
