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Aug 03, 2004 23:45

full is not heavy as empty my love, not nearly my love, not nearly.

i smell like candy.  i'm lonely.  i'm unmotivated.  and tired.  fragmented. i'm looking at a picture of greg from my sweet 16 with his hair buzzed.  it makes me smile.  do you think either of us had any idea what was going to happen in the next few months?  who knows?

:o) i miss greg.

my body hurts in all sorts of places and i think i'm falling apart. well,

la dee da, la dee da.







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