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If ignorance is bliss, you must be orgasmic.

Monday, September 20, 2004

I am deserted.
I am the desolate.
I am boxed by your starkness.
I am dysfunctional.
I am deluded.
I am dying inside.
Please stop your hurting me.
Please stop your hating me.
Please stop observing me.

"Therefore I despise myself and repent in dust and ashes."
Posted by moonchaser at 1:35 AM

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