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this entry has no name.

"and again, and again, in secret communion with my own spirit, would i demand the questions "who is he?- whence came he?- and what are his objects?" but no answer was there found. and now scrutinized, with a minute scrutiny, the forms, and the methods, and the leading traits of his impertinent supervision. but even here there was very little upon which to base a conjecture." - edgar allan poe

i cant sum it up. i cant erase it all. i cant start over because too much is done. so i might as well scream like a fucking baby until some one notices me crying, right here, right now. its hard to fall head over heals for someone with an already broken heart. im hoping that he brings tape or glue with him, because i need some serious mending.

11:28 p.m. - 2004-05-19

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