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11:23 a.m. 2003-09-06

Torn and broken upon this tired repetoir of silenced metaphors. Words aren't expression when typed into a machine. These letters never really existed. I need to scream and fall apart to let this out. Self control has gotten the better of me and i'll never feel this way again. Blow it all away don't waste your time clinging to things that will never hold you up. Become your own strength and fade away this strangling dependance.

Everything i do is nothing more than a futile repition

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