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[one1below]

I look at the things I headed my journal, and they don't fit anymore. "Decay of a Girl"...I never knew how true that would be when I first wrote it. I was just being typically teenage and angsty. But now I can go back through old journals and watch myself decay before my very eyes. But what do you call it when you decay, when entropy turns into an

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[flyslip]

Here's hoping this continues. I'm glad for you.

[one1below]

I wish I could share it out...so many of my friends are unhappy, I even feel bad about ever saying I'm happy, I think while some people are happy for me, others just want to poke me in the eye *laughs*