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Requium for a birthday
2006-07-06 @ 12:39 a.m.
I chose depression. The deep six, in- your-face, extreme feeling but no-one- can-tell-sort because I am a master of disguise. I am 28 again. My body language, heart, and verbage are all lies.
So many things have ran through my mind, and I'm too cool to write them down. I feel sorry for my friends and family who have no fucking clue how to treat me today. Eggshells for all.
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