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:: Monday, April 07, 2003
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Reluctant
This is what it comes down to, in the end. The reluctance of a mind to admit that it is ageing, the body pretending that everything's just fine, just the same as always. But it's not, of course, and it won't be long before your mind is like a malfunctioning photocopier, firing out blurred or even blank pages that go straight into the recycling box.
:: Fretting 5:01 PM [+] ::
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