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WHY am I like this?
::10:46 pm::05.10.03::

Panic. Panic. Panic.

WHY are my thoughts so colossally fragmented, broken and strung together like popcorn strands around a Christmas tree, Christmas.. youth has befallen me, beckoned me, reckoned me, a reckoning, everything I have lost coming back to me for vengeance. Lost, and I am lost, screaming inside with no one at all, voices in my head that say nothing until I scream, everything is screaming, everything is SCREAMING!!


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