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don't worry i'm awake 2:49 p.m. 2003-09-13 Fuckit I tried. For the last time by the way~~ Transferance of intolerance and indulgences in pain. My throat is killing me and it hurts like hell to talk, but the emptiness churning in my gut is gone, at least for the moment. I feel calm now, nothing really seems bad, the ragged scratching of my breath reminds me i'm still here.
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