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2005 8 March :: 8.57pm
:: Mood: aggravated
cut my life into pieces.
this is my last resort.
suffocation, no breathing.
don't give a fuck if i cut my arm bleeding.
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greyXmatter
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2005 8 March :: 8.56pm
:: Mood: aggravated
I'm so fucking close to ending this.
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greyXmatter
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2005 8 March :: 8.30pm
:: Mood: disappointed
take the glass against your wrist, fuck the movie-like actions, fuck the mind. forget the ways, his sick fucking ways he played with your head. today, today's the day you fuck every last thought. change your mind to live the day like he was never there, because if he only knew what he has done to you, he'd fucking bleed, too. things never seem to change, he, not being an exclusion. efforts are useless, it's not even worth it. eventually this will all end and you won't need anything or anyone, because you won't even be around. you won't even be fucking alive. it doesn't matter, just let him go...
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greyXmatter
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2005 8 March :: 6.47pm
:: Mood: blah
i only wanna be with you...
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greyXmatter
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2005 7 March :: 7.05pm
:: Mood: apathetic
We talk about your work, how your boss is a jerk. We talk about your church and your head when it hurts. We talk about the troubles you've been having with your brother, about your daddy and your mother and your crazy ex-lover. We talk about your friends and the places that you've been, we talk about your skin and the dimples on your chin... The polish on your toes and the run in your hose, and God knows we're gonna talk about your clothes. We talk about your dreams and we talk about your schemes, your high school team and your moisturizer creme. We talk about your nanna up in Muncie, Indiana, we talk about your grandma down in Alabama. We talk about your guys of every shape and size, the ones that you despise and the ones you idolize. We talk about your heart, about your brains and your smarts, and your medical charts, and where you start. You know talking about you makes me grin, but every now and then I wanna talk about me, wanna talk about I, wanna talk about number one oh my me my. What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see. I like talking about you, usually, but occassionally, I wanna talk about me. You. you. you. you. you. you. you. you youyouyouyouyou, I wanna talk about ME!
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