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Quietly into the night
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Aug. 30, 2002 ]
6:22 AM
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Now I know that I am descending very fast into my black madness. I actually finalised the titles of so many of my untitled poems. The laughter in my head is a low sardonic rumble. When someone starts putting their affairs in order, it is a bad sign. I shall consciously avoid thinking depressing thoughts and keep myself busy until this period is past its danger zone.
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wax
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wane
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