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Take me out tonight.
The traditional August depression.
Sometimes I imagine that my lungs are balloons, and all of a sudden the wind grabs them and pushes them into rose bushes and with a big bang the collapse.
Today, and all this week, has been like that. Like the air in me is gone. Like I'm nothing, everything is gone. Why can't you always be happy, or at least satisfied enough...?
No raised fists - Join the revolution.
Important dates in history.
Those who believe.
Places to visit.
