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Feb 16, 2005 16:48

These are the types of days that make me want to sit in the shower and slash my wrists and scream.
We scream Hope.
We scream Freedom.

Hatred and things of it are the only things that seem to last. People think there're always good reasons for hatred, and there may be.
People always think there're good reasons for murder too.
Perhaps there are.
Always learning words.
Always dying on our feet.
This isn't death, but death will always solve its problem.
The pen will hit the floor in the last cheap room. They'll find me there and they will not know my name or my purpose or cause.
They'll never know who I am or was, which is the eternal question.
The eternal answer is always- I don't know.

Hello Operator...
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I need an Ambulance.

"Don't you see?! The angels are everywhere..."
-Yeah. Well it's time those fuckers came out of hiding.
Anyone can be a non-drinker, or non-user.
It takes endurance to be an alcoholic. An addict.
You have to be determined. Or dependant.
These are the things that stampede through the blood of our families.
Through us.
This is directed Animosity.
You only need an inch of water to drown in.

I watched it move, and smile.
I watched the light shine off the skin on the shoulder
creating a glare.
I felt the air escape my throat.
I felt my heart pick up pace-
Threatening a near life experience.
I need an Ambulance.

-Clinton Hate
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