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September 18, 2008
Look at all the imaginary superglue, glistening like the tears it took to run this mess away. It came out with the sweat, or so I believe; sweat and tears, all we need now is your blood. Shattered beyond belief, yet constantly renewing and fooling myself into carrying on. I continually break down in tears, fix myself (or have someone else do it) and then succumb to this impossible exhaustion; I canít relax but Iíve been would too tight to care anymore. Panic a second and the cycle takes holds again. I want to drop everything and never want again.