2:49 p.m.
November 11, 2002
The sky was gold, it was rose

I was taking sips of it through my nose

And I wish I could get back there

Someplace back there, in the place we used to start

I want something else

Hate seems to be alive in the world today. Very alive. It's weird. I'm going from place to place and see everything full of hate... and hate is contagious, because I'm starting to hate the hating.

I hate that.
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