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Wednesday, Nov. 24, 2004 - 10:09 pm

Why am I me? Words wanting to spill out into the stark of the daylight. What is the point? Why don't I? Why am I? Why do I hate it so, hate it so much, hate it. Why do others hate the differences of it, hate it. I need to get out I can't escape this reality. If the reality is mental then I surely have no means of escaping it. The collective conciousness, if one exists, won't let it be. But I so desparately need a break from life. I need to just stop, find out, find out why.

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