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May 18, 2011 06:35

I read over thing I have written months and months ago, on random scrap pieces of paper, notebooks, the word pad on my laptop, my livejournal. it all seems like someone else wrote it. i feel like my feelings were felt by other people and not me.

I keep waking up tonight/this morning. I guess I'll start my day off at 6:30 and hope that everything feels like it has been.
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