Feb 08, 2005 00:04
My blood is boiling hot, but I will control my temper. I am far far from content or happy right now. A blackness fills my spirit like poison. I know I am alive because I can feel my pulse racing and my heart thumping in my chest. I feel sick to my stomach, but why, I shouldn't, I know I shouldn't.
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