Maybe because the weather is as heavy as my head cold and i can't see any better, maybe because the sleet reminds me of the metal of bombs and how countries can never be the same again, or maybe just because the dorm echos oddly now and then with only a few souls living in it. I'm willing to give over and i'm big enough to ask for help... I never thought i'd say it.. but, i want my mum.

last modified Mar 19, 2003 at 17:15

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