January 2010
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Jan 28th
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Death
My insides are corroded, happiness drains from every pour of my body, what is left? I realize I am only eighteen years old but I cant help but wonder if this is something more then the teen angst I so often pass it off for. Things weren’t always like this. I remember when I felt respected and loved for the beliefs that I hold so strong to my heart, I remembered when I could be myself and...
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Lyndsay(02)
I hope you realize your walking on thin, thin ice.
Jan 1st