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11:47 p.m. 2005-10-15

This fiction that drawls across your lips like cold blood and old kisses. The benevolence mistaken and retud as indifference. There was a stagnating pond waiting beneath the pathway for some semblance of relief and unseeing we all walked over the bridge without noticing. How can you care when you can't see? Nothing I do can connect me to you can hold me in your thoughts and I'm so tired of my own weakness and my own inability to fucking let you go. If i'm going to be alone I don't want it to be halfhearted. I want to disappear. And I will... soon. I'm taking a break from all of this.

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