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Another night of self pity.
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Wednesday, December 06, 2006, 1:19 AM
Crying is not an option, not a choice.is unconscious, is not within my means to stop. if crying is a reflection of how your heart is bleeding, i think i am dying. God, Allah, buddha, whoevers that can hear mi, pls relieve my pain. |
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