no time.

[fictional]

why does morning always look so different when you've been up all night?

now i have stories to write and critique, vanity fair to read, i could catch up on other assignments, possibly a house to clean.

i have no time for this achy whimpering feeling in my throat.
no time at all.

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[maatling.livejournal.com]

Sad maat. Be back soon.