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Sunday, May 14, 2006

What am I supposed to do? Christ, I'm like a stupid kid, pretending to be grown up. All I know is that you made me feel real for the first time in my life. You made me break down barriers I put up. You made me feel, at such a raw level, incompressible, constant confusion; forever searching within myself and clarity is a distant thought. There is certain realness to you that I can't touch. Engulfed in my superficiality, reality burns, singeing pure untainted skin.
Why'd you have to go?
I couldn’t care to continue in this depressing rant.
Do i even matter?
So fuck off.
I guess i should forget it.
Bye.

3:27 AM

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