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Feb 05, 2006 20:47

their are instances where you know exactly what it is you have to do, situations that remain so predictable, so comprehensive to one that we get lost, lost in our own thoughts, lost in our own reasoning. it only takes that sick feeling in your stomach to realize that it hurts, that the fight you have strived so hard for, the one thing you prized and glorified so much, the object of emotion that you thought you were so sure of, is more simple than ever imaginable. i'm like a little boy again, lost, trying to find my light at the end of the tunnel.

talk about a fucking rollercoaster
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