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a mypurerave entry from: Thursday April 11, 2002 - 11:37 PM
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today i am happy. but i am also sad. because i wish i was still young and uncorrupted. and i wish my friends were uncorrupted. and i wish we still played outside and had recess and didnt have to worry about anything but whose turn it was to swing. and i wish i still had time to relax. and i wish i didnt have to worry so much. and i wish we were still good friends. and i wish my friends would tell me everything. and i wish my friends would not keep secrets. and there will be times when we are all laughing or when we are out having fun and i will realize that these are my memories and these are the stories i will tell my kids. and i will tell them how i never wanted children but now i cant imagine a world without out them. and they will grow and lose their innocence and become corrupted. and they will keep secrets from me. and i will not know them anymore but they will still be my life. and that will hurt more than anything. and they will leave and hardly ever call and move away and tell me that i am the reason they’re so screwed up. and never come to visit me until my funeral but i will not know they are there. and they will be upset that they had to miss work and i will float away, forgotten, into the abyss. and i dont know why i thought of this but sometimes i worry about these things. goodnight
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oh how things have changed, but not really.
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today i am happy. but i am also sad. because i wish i was still young and uncorrupted. and i wish my friends were uncorrupted. and i wish we still played outside and had recess and didnt have to worry about anything but whose turn it was to swing. and i wish i still had time to relax. and i wish i didnt have to worry so much. and i wish we were still good friends. and i wish my friends would tell me everything. and i wish my friends would not keep secrets. and there will be times when we are all laughing or when we are out having fun and i will realize that these are my memories and these are the stories i will tell my kids. and i will tell them how i never wanted children but now i cant imagine a world without out them. and they will grow and lose their innocence and become corrupted. and they will keep secrets from me. and i will not know them anymore but they will still be my life. and that will hurt more than anything. and they will leave and hardly ever call and move away and tell me that i am the reason they’re so screwed up. and never come to visit me until my funeral but i will not know they are there. and they will be upset that they had to miss work and i will float away, forgotten, into the abyss. and i dont know why i thought of this but sometimes i worry about these things. goodnight
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oh how things have changed, but not really.