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Sat, 30 Jun 2007 at 11:21pm

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I can't sleep.

2:00 Fucking AM,

Sit here,

The only light coming from the computer screen.

Casting upon my face.

Only sound from my Fucking Grandma,

Complaining all night long about stupid shit,

T.V. Up so loud, but we're all used to it.

Afraid the sound of the keyboard will wake my father.

So tired that when I look at myself in the morning nothing will make sense.

So tired I can barely sit,

but I know as soon as I shut down my Robotic friend and lay down in my soft warm bed,

I will lay there for hours on end...

Knowing the computer is down the hall,

Taunting me.

So there I go again feeling around in the dark of my room, cussing as I trip over random things,

Then ever so silently praying it doesn't squeak and disturb my father across the hall open the door.

I reboot up my old friend a wait,

Instantly tired again.

And I repeat this until I break down and crash on the couch.

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2007-06-30
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2007-08-30
robo-love? :) :( :S