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Don't Ask Me How I'm Doing
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Please go away
I'm tired of the dreams. I'm tired of waking up, the dark feeling of abandonment hovering over my head. I hate being left behind, forgotten, put away in a small recess of a self-denying heart.
I hate that I have to hate.
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