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Sunday, May 27, 2007

seventy two hours.

Each day I feel more disconnected and I fear my head and my heart will never truly click again. Tonight I looked at the sky and spoke your name. And you know, I almost felt real again.

I am in desperate need of a reality check.
Or maybe some cuddling.
Posted by prettyeyesdecieve_x at 2:00 AM

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