what is left. when i've said all i can. and i still feel sick to think of it. it's cut me to the quick. and i want to cut this out. and dammit i'm sick of crying.

you are a damn fool, and gave up the best thing to come into your world; to pursue....

and i wish i could find the poignance i had at the end of last night. but i cannot remember the words. but you will. you will. and my words will be branded to you, singed onto your soul. because it is Truth.

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and what fun it is to be writing this bullshit on a shitty blog. i want to go back to my blue notebooks. back to my roots.

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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

ALL