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Thursday, December 19, 2002
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Strange night. I'm balancing on the edge of discontent and having philosophical discussions with my Love. I think that I should either think a whole lot more - or just axe my brain for the rest of a long while. Nights like these I want to be alone and never deal with people in a reality based setting ever again. I'm driven tonight, and its cold like the wet steel grating of a of a storm drain. I want to be the girl that I love - the one I dream about, and nothing tonight seems worthy of standing in the way.
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