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Previous - this entry written on March 18, 2004 at 9:38 pm - Next Right, NOW I'm nearly drunk. Still hurts. Still... not lost. I wish I was lost. If I were lost I wouldn't have to stare at this part of me and hate it, despise it... crave it... ...so sweet... ...so tempting... ...and it would be so EASY... ...but I can wait. I can. Really. Maybe. I hope.
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