I confide in pages
to outlive time.
This week flew by my face. Thursday night already, with the weekend emerging out of deep sleep. I cannot believe it's already close to the end of August. Summer's slipping into a coma, and fast. Come to think of it, the past three hundred and sixty five fucking days have speed-walked through the cracks.
Well at least it was a successful day, musically. And as stated just seconds earlier, the weekend is approaching. I can smile. We can all smile now.
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