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Previous - this entry written on August 31, 2007 at 9:36 am - Next Oh gods... Daya, no, nonononono... Torian, NO, no more, it is enough, it is enough, no more... Gods damn it all, one night of drama and I wake to screaming, too much, far too much, precious, you aren't online and I can't find your number and gods, please, no... Please be ok, Torian. I'll die without you. I know that need, that feeling, gods, I spent yesterday fighting with myself to keep from doing the same, I could FEEL the cuts, is this why? Was I feeling you? Gods... Torian, please, come back to me, be ok, be alive... I don't know how to deal with this, not all at once, I'm falling too fast and it's all going wrong and there's nothing, no one, what the hell is going on? Nightmares all night - dreaming of cutting, dreaming of blood, dreaming of death and the sea... and it's all just drama, isn't it? Gods... ...Torian... ...Torian... please be there...
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