Entry 19
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Gone. Where have all the flowers gone? My life is lost in a malestrom. . .
Never did I feel lost. . . At least not so far lost. . . as I do now. She is
gone, and I. . . cannot follow. Her life is not mine, her love is not mine. I
lost her and my chances at love over the summer. My only current hope lies in K.
"I shall love you till the last rose dies," he said. He also said to
make one of the roses silk.
I'm calm. I'm groomed, I'm ready. Another Job! pissed off am I. Screw you. Etc.
Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!
What is it? I lost it, and you are about to expience it, no? You are nodding. Go
to sleep. This pen can see those eyes. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
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