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today, i awoke in an erred chamber where the sky refused to stay aloft the heavens. last night - perVersion. no Anthony for me i surminse, with his arm in arm and cheek to cheek. the Zyprexa seems to have become less potent as of late. i am again experiencing sways - riddling my blood with tragic romance, a miserable peace. as if i am bereaving (oh, how i FEAR the possibility!). fe3ling waves of elation and despair. i can attest that this vexation is trivial at the least, but it marks a certain degree of potential that i fear to fathom.
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