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January 5, 2007
With the death of an angel the madness was provoked even louder, love doesn’t come when you love someone more than you love yourself but only when you love the one more then he loves himself. I hadn’t had an urge to love for such a long time, the ones demanding mi love are always threatening to leave – one fucking paradox – they are already not mine. Never were and have lost hope and even the wish that they would be. My hands are cold and this room gives me ideas some wise other’s – break onto to the other side.