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01-12-2008 12:16
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How I see it
Every day is taking away a part of you when memories should be given. I can't process new memories; I'm dead, right?
I am numb-a robot; ice is the greatest painkiller ven though it's incredibly heavy. I am an outsider, the world has grown above me. I don't belong here. My school grades are slipping. I am in need of 12+hr sleep a day; that leaves little time that stratches into eternity. I am too strong to die yet too cursed to live. Guest
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