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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Wasn't much, isn't much
People like you are held together by an intricate little bond called bullshit. I'd love to give you the benefit of the doubt, but the novelties of trust and second chances have been long worn out in this cynical little mess of apathy and "lessons learned."

It's been years since I last saw the point in walking that st
upid little tightrope; I've kept myself intact for a while now and I'd like to keep it that way. Still, I have to admit: a growing part of me was becoming more and more curious. I guess, despite all the so called cynicism, I'm still looking forward to seeing someone get past that two week mark.

Don't yo
u dare get cocky 'til you get lucky.

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