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Saturday, March 13, 2010

Hi congratulations, i'm tired and very sick of all this useless hurting and trading of blows. we're caught in an endless fist fight, actually we're more like lame dogs chasing our own tails. oh except i'm not still trying to hurt you all the time. the things you don't know, the daggers you throw at me when i'm cuffed on the spinning dartboard, the daggers that i'm not hurling at you but somehow you feel stabbed by. i'm not saying the pain you feel is not real, i'm saying every ounce of it is, precisely, that's why it's strange and unhealthy and wrong.

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