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May 19, 2005 23:05

Sometimes. Sometimes terrible things happen. And sometimes I know they're going to happen. But most times I don't know they're going to happen because, as far as I know, they already have.

I don't like it. I don't want it. I was born to it.

I see it in dreams and I know it but don't know it and don't want to for anything.

Sometimes it's people I don't know. Sometimes it's people I do.

I only wish I could have warned them. Or maybe I wish they would have listened.

This time, though, I'm wishing the former.

It's not my fault, I know. But that doesn't make it any better.

I'm sorry I didn't say a word.

I want to go home.
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