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Previous - this entry written on March 28, 2004 at 4:12 pm - Next Ahhh, and here it all is, word after word spilling out, no control, the dam broken and my mind racing, body pulsing... ...alive, and yet I feel so distant... ...I am frustrated, enraged, worried. I don't want to spend time with my mother tomorrow, not ANY time at all, but... oh, but, so sweet, so perfect, just to have... ...one taste... ...the price a week in hell. I can pay that. Maybe. We'll see how desperate I am by tomorrow afternoon.
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