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5:09 p.m. 2003-11-06

I have had the worst fucking week i can remember and I can't even explain why. But waking up hurts so bad and every second of skool is a needle. I can't see you, and when i do, all i can think of is someday u'll be gone, and that someday is way too close. I come home and I sit for hours, with nothing to do but ponder what's gone wrong so far, i have no way to get things out, no release. I can't write, you've taken that away.

I can't fucking take this anymore

goodbye...... i hate knowing i'll be back

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