normally at this time of the night, I'm asleep but it's alluding me on this day. I'm five days from my next paper being due and I've reached a crossroad. I think my muses have finally quit as I struggle to compose my latest assignment. Instead, I'm sitting at my desktop whom I call beastly, typing this out. I am procrastinating but I can not bring myself to care at this precise moment. I am on vacation for the next couple of days from work, (holiday planning has gone wrong) except it has become
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