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Dear Diary, 11-5-99
Numbness, calm.
The brain can no lonoger hear the chattering within its walls.
The clammering echoes, moves endlessly, ho..
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WHY?
I keep thinking....why won't he touch me?....hold me?....write poems about me?
Why is it that all these years....I can't make it work bet..
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They thump inside me
stretching and pulling
They thump inside me
Shattered peices of a split level reality
They scream inside me
speaking tru..
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