• Cauldron • 2008-02-22 • 10:48 p.m. •
There's a sense about me now I can't make heads or tails of.
I'm living day-to-day in anticipation, in fear, in gratitude and optimisim. Every time I wake something else falls into the melting pot at the side of my bed.
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