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September 22, 2010
You look so lost. Now especially, but faintly all of the time. Lost in a perpetual way - having wandered too far, standing forlornly at an ominous fork in the road.

There is a seed of insecurity putting down roots inside you. Itís been growing - slowly then, quickly now. Haltingly, stopped up by proud moments too brief.

You feel the leaves growing inside, tangling themselves in your lungs. The pressure builds against your chest and you know it might burst out of you at any moment. You try killing it with something bitter, than something cold.

But youíre only killing us.