Jul 25, 2007 01:38
I feel like I'm dying. Like the last wisps of my existence are disappearing into the atmosphere. They leave little trace. Those who knew and loved me once are too far away to bear testament to my being, and my acquaintances, though numerous, cannot have much more to say than "She was good on paper."
Or maybe not.
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I love you.
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