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Tuesday, June 5, 2007
It's about time, right..
Stability? That's a far shot from where I'm standing. I am..constantly teetering off the edge of every manic, psychotic dream. I am..kept at a whole lifespan's distance; pulled in, inch by inch then blow off hectares into the horizon. What do I mean? Nothing? Yes, that'd explain quite a bit.

What the hell..what the hell..what in holy Hell am I doing..

This isn't me; this shouldn't be! Call it a rude awakening but how many times must I drift back into that meaningless old dream? I am..so much further back in the past than the circumstance I wish we could've taken back. I am a psychotic dream that's barely even alive..and struggling to keep your eyes shut..

No more..no fucking more..no more hurt..

Wake up and leave..just came to say goodbye, Love.

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