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bad luck's gotta be killing me
12:59 a.m. 2005-06-08

affluence and collapse. Sometimes we drown and there is no point to this. There is nothing here to hold on to. A consistent sense of falling and the barriers in between are fragile. Hold on tight now while we die alone. I have no reason to breath, no passion no sense of direction and i'm tired of freefalling. Strike us down to end this series of caving in

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