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Nov 29, 2007 01:00

cumbersome sounds.

I don't even find pleasure in this anymore.
people should stop telling me things like that. why would they assume I don't care. I have no need to change it. I need to be made into someone elses property for a while, I'm really done. wake up.

we throw it through the sky. we see it. it was a part of us, our soul escaping through our breath.
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