my heart is breaking,
my light erased,
i wish that i could get away from this place.
why do i stay?why does it feel like im watching myself slit my own throat, and not even try to stop myself?why would i rather have this then absolution?why am i still here?why do i stay?
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love,
naomi
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perhaps you could say that none of my fearing and grieving were for any true and just cause. so in other words, i was wrong; just surmise accumulate, or so they say.
we all should do something for my birthday, and at least try and make the best of an already ominously disappointing day.
love always-me
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