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Sep 23, 2006 07:55

the days of are lives are shortining every day. the love for you grows stronger, as i grow weeker with every breath that i take. my life is ending. misserably. i dont want to end this but it must come true. goodbye to all that i shall love. good bye to all that i shall not love. the end is near. as i shead that one last tear.
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