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Saturday, August 04, 2007


read an email from kelly, and i cried. made me think and think. made me fall back into the situation i THOUGHT i let go off already. man. the questions asked in the email was exactly the things i was thinking about just a day ago.

i hate myself.

one chance to prove. gotta do it, oh yes i have to.


sung at 11:24 PM

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