I think I just shouldn't be allowed to talk about what happened to me this weekend, because once I start talking about it, I can't stop thinking about it, and then I can't sleep. We don't want to see me addicted to sleeping pills, right? No, no we do not.

At the window ledge,
once, twice,
a bird calls.

2002-10-07, out of my mind

before / after

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