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Sep 29, 2009 00:26

It's a little like malaria. Never completely goes away. Comes in bad bouts here and there.

I'm done with it. I've lived like this for too fucking long. I can no longer take the old circumstances and think wishfully. It's...failed. The most burning dilemma is ahead. It will most likely...fuck, enough. I'd rather not dwell. Only do.

Doing it without a wavering qualm of looking back.
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