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Sep 2018
What’s the point of counting days
If they all blend together?
Pill one counts for Saturday, pill two is for Sunday...3, 4, 5, 6, until Friday.
And those are all my days.
Tomorrow will be like today
And yesterday like forever.
Because if anything is futile, it’s that futility is a fact.
julianna
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