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Mar 10, 2009 22:41

i wont make it next year.
theyre going to destroy me.
i cant bear the pressure.
ill crumble.
ill explode.
ill stumble

then fall, then ill curl up and do my best to pretend im not being trampled by it all.
i wont make it.

i need you.

i am not taking this well.
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