Nov 14, 2003
Bluer Lights, Greener Pastures
Oh, how I toil. And the deeper I dig, the less inspiring it all gets. Maybe that's what happens when you find yourself at the bottom of a hole. If it started raining right now, I'd surely drown.
I see burnout on the horizon.
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