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breaths.

i can see those indentions, marked by the pavement. made from my feet. each little rubber stud, fresh in the ground. one followed directly by the other. that's right. i'm walking. out. i guess i've bled so much, i finally decided to bury the deceased. and as grim as it might sound, it smells a hell of a lot better around here now. and whether it's for the best, only time will tell. and as for these oozing wounds, only time will mend them. i'm proud. of us. together, or not. we've grown. apart. and together we have admitted our mistakes. to the other. but me, i'm walking away. from you. because it hurts. and i don't want to ever hurt like this again. lover.

9:31 a.m. - 2005-09-14

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