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I can't sleep. I should be sleeping but I can't sleep. The semester's kind of over, there's still this last teensy thing I need to do before I could say it's officially over.
Started to write an apology to Trees everywhere but attention span couldn't take it. Ha-ha.
Embedding The Fray's You Found Me, instead. It's been playing in my head the whole day. Let it play in yours.
I think it's been on repeat in my head 'cause I'm about to sink into one of those depressions I had when I started this blog. Trying not to, though. Those days were tiring. Tried to find God. Basically went through a series of Problem-of-evil episodes. Which I think is the meaning of this song. How DID I get through those crap? Forgot. Anyway. Whatever.
Ciao my ♥s
Started to write an apology to Trees everywhere but attention span couldn't take it. Ha-ha.
Embedding The Fray's You Found Me, instead. It's been playing in my head the whole day. Let it play in yours.
I think it's been on repeat in my head 'cause I'm about to sink into one of those depressions I had when I started this blog. Trying not to, though. Those days were tiring. Tried to find God. Basically went through a series of Problem-of-evil episodes. Which I think is the meaning of this song. How DID I get through those crap? Forgot. Anyway. Whatever.
Ciao my ♥s
PS
Fixed the site.
You can now defile the comment area.
Just click the "Violent Reactions" link
found below the Entry Title.
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A Poem
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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