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Tuesday, May 03, 2011

It's soon to be my birthday again. I hate it, because it's a reminder of how I haven't grown stronger at all.
On my birthdays I always think of death. It's ironic and I'm sorry.

But it seems like I'm preparing myself for that day.
Drawing this neat circle around me, refusing to let anyone step in, refusing to let anyone rely on me.
Because I'm that unreliable, because I'm a person, whom, may anytime leave.

she's not here @

5:29 AM