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Sunday 27 November 2011

I am going to repeat myself, but considering the fact that my moving is kinda cyclical it's okay.

I am out of time, I float somewhere in-between. I float, I fall, I rise, I drown, I float, I float, float, float.

I like the word "float", okay.

Actually, I've just realised it's the end of November and it freaked me out a tiny bit.

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