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2003 20 July :: 11.08 am
:: Mood: suicidal
:: Music: the sound of blood dripping from my wrist onto the floor.-me
go ahead,hack away at my body with a small rusted hatchet.[glass shattering](that was my heart).dont make promises you cant keep.sure,i almost broke mine,while having a knife in my hand.but i didnt,because i promised.i dont even know what to say anymore.i forgive you.
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