SHADOW
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| 12:48 p.m. 2004-26-7 |
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I hate you. Not really. But, you suck. I don't know how to talk to anyone anymore. Everything I want to say is so painful. There's no one for me to spill to. Even here I feel the need ot keep my mouth shut and conceal things so no one knows jsut what terrible things I'm thinking. And really they're not even all that terrible, just not nice. Not something you do to your friend. Your best friend. Or even an aquaintance. It's just not done. **"I keep falling down the same hill."** For a year and a half and one week. I get up and brush myself off maybe meander around the plains for a bit then start right back up. I just want to stop climbing but, my god, you're just so tempting at the top. You are my dream. You were my dream. You are only a dream. But I never believe myself when I say that. I think you are real. Even when you've proven to me that you are not.
Mood: Undisclosed |
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