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| mle (profile) wrote, on 7-28-2005 at 8:03am | |
| Current mood: . miserable . Music: . death cab for cutie . photobooth . Subject: the cool air will rush your hard heart away . |
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i don't even know what to say. or why i'm writing in here. i know it won't help. it never does. there's always a cover-up, a leave-out, a modification. and the more i tell, the more the feelings and thoughts become cheapened. like permiscuous sex... except emotional, not physical. all these mini-confessions, mini-exposures, mini-interactions are eating away at me. why can't it all just go away? (eighteen) years and seems like i've just begun to understand my, my intimate is no one... (eighteen) years and still speaking in these tongues such revelations were understood by no one... i remain alone . afi . ...but home is nowhere . i don't even know what to do with myself anymore. it seems every breath brings with it a newfound hatred, another failure, one fewer reason to take the next one. |
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