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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.
Posted by C. at 7:13 AM
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