I'm Looking for the Windmills
It's past midnight. I still can't sleep. My stomach has been full of air, making me into a burping machine. Anyway, it's starting to feel better. I think I will do something different tomorrow. I might go see the windmills. (No, I don't intend to fight them. I just wanna see 'em.)
Depression has been keeping close track of me. And I'm really feeling somewhat lucid. I want to go see the windmills.
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