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Thursday, April 13, 2006
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happy birthday cousin.
i love you many many.

no i cant fucking stand it.
when you're around.
my mind is screwed up.
ALQW,
seriously,
nothing comes out of my mouth.
but when alone,
the thoughts,
they race through my mind over and over and over again.
maybe only by the beach's whr i gather all my thoughts.
and whr i'd be brave enough t open my mouth and speak.
no my answers are still unanswered.
still im waiting.

my body can barely take it.
i'd see a bullet shot through.