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Damn.
written @ 1:18 p.m. on July 30, 2003

I'm so torn in ways that i have not yet explained. I am damned. When one can have what she wants, why would she deny herself the good in this world? Those who know not her mind, just her shell... be damned. You know not what you speak of, and speak not of what you do know. Fuck. Freedom is my food, my air, my art. Without it I am truly damned. Why are the ones you trust the most the one's that hurt you the worst? Just leave me alone in my own oblivious mind. Go away, and stop trying to change me. I am me. I have found me. Nobody needs to look any further. Damn you. Damn him. Damn her. Damn me. I hate it that once you figure out what you want... you look at your life and see that it isn't what you have. Nor what you worked for. Fuck you all.

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