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10-23-00

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"i feel so cold," she says.
"i know," he says.

so mean people exist, so what? it doesn't require a degree to be a master of fuckups. it's a natural innate thing to some, and a learned evaluation of others but why must we? it's a matter of taste and a matter of style and for some unfortunate souls, a matter of reality. i don't know why i feel what i do, but i do and i know it's inside. it's inside too far to know what's up or down, but somewhere in the haze i see the misty shadow of you, an unreacheable goal for a hell bent girl's soul. somehow i will survive this all, i will make myself go on and i will show the world my scars and welcome it's embrace. i will feel the glow of a thousand smiles all turned to me, focusing all the energy and warmth to the voids in my heart and all will be healed... or not.

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