7:54 p.m.
August 01, 2002
December came early this year

I didn't want it to, but it stampeded in.

Sweat drips from my head every time I walk outside

But I'm still as cold as I've ever been

The days are shorter than they should be and the nights get far too long

The world before me is all but empty

And December doesn't seem to end.

December came early this year, and August has all but disappeared.
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