Precocious. Little. Clover. Devil

Sunday, April 17, 2005




Heh.

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On a more serious note, I seem to be hurting my own body more than necessary. Not in the masochistic sense, but it's occuring subconciously. Certain physical strains cannot be avoided, that is part of the body wearing down over years, BUT I do not believe that my voice box is supposed to wear out at this rate.

Talking hurts me. At the end of the day, my throat gets all hoarse. Why?

I wish I can do without speaking. If only the world can tolerate that.


Gavin pondered @ 00:14


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