| first week on limited.
i feel so much more productive.
how ironic.
so many things coming due.
span presentation went horribly today.
fingers crossed for lenience.
this keyboard is dusty.
bossman must be happy shelob's out of commission.
lets get things back to how they should be.
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| midnight showing of rocky horror last night.
that was a new experience.
shelob's got a virus.
taking her to the doctor tomorrow.
what perfect timing.
I only have a paper due on monday.
one more week.
and then...
limited.
thank god.
I might survive this semester after all.
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| chugging along
catching up slowly
i think i can
i think i can
my little engine is getting close to burning out.
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| the sand is filling up around you, Princess.
evidence of all the time wasted.
it's rising high now.
crushing against your lungs.
suffocating.
the burden for which you provide.
take, take, take.
leeching your life.
what does it give you in return?
nothing.
you say you need nothing in return.
but you lie, Princess.
a little happiness is all anyone needs.
break the glass.
escape this scourge that plagues you.
take back your life.
it's all anyone has, Princess.
and yours is too precious to waste.
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| this is the first day of my life,
I'm glad I didn't die
before I met you,
but now I don't care,
I could go anywhere with you
and I'd probably be happy.
you are mine.
and I am yours.
there is no belonging.
no claims to own.
we work together.
when I push
you pull.
and you always pull me closer.
besides, maybe this time it's different.
I mean, I really think you like me.
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