June 2005
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When the Past Won’t Let Go
It’s 2005. And I’m sat here at some ungodly hour, probably should be sleeping, but instead I’m writing this down because I don’t have anyone to talk to about it. I’ve been getting to work at 4am, sometimes 5am. Staying till 6, 7, 8 at night. Going in on Saturdays. And for what? None of…