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the rhythm is back and I see how I did once before. this life is the one I wanted I dream of my day the night before I have it. strange but not exactly the whole day just parts. its the new medication I suppose. makes me sick and dizzy, but it is suppose to help. my friends lives are disgusting to me. and I've never noticed, but I still Care about them. I kiss them but I don't want to be a part of their lives if its so disgusting I can't even see who they are anymore. what do I do? what to do? write again I suppose. sounds good. ink the skin and mark the pages. I like that. ta-ta.
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