"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Wednesday, March 03, 2004

it's been a long three weeks... and it ain't over yet... the past is haunting me... all of the garbege that i wanted to leave suddenly just came out in front of me... stressed out... want... to... take...a... long... break... probably just kill myself... but, no... i haven't found HIM yet...

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