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June 15, 2007
The pictures I see right now, if I could only paint them, so many shapes, spines spraying in a hundred directions. My mind is on fire thinking of you. Iím losing myself in you and it scares me. I care what you do and it scares me. Iím losing sleep over you, and it scares me. What right does your ghost have to my nighttime hours? Autumn, [there, I said your name, Iím not afraid to anymore] you do something to me and I hate it.

Right now, Iíd give a million dollars to know how you felt without asking.