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your eyes
02.11.2005 at 10:30 a.m.

I'm standing on the edge.

My head is pounding.

My body is aching.

Nothing makes sense anymore.

I am failing.

Failing everything.

So weak.

So tired.

I am so fucking starving.

I want you.

I need you.

I miss your eyes.

I'm sorry.

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