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with the bottle astrew & everythings a wreck its volume six hundred & sixty five of our battle. the high bar is one away from talking to virgin mary because we are running on almost empty.

3/31/08

& ive been trying to reach you, but screaming gets me nowhere

whats the point
cant say i never tried i broke my back bending over backwards my ears bleed out from hearing the words come out your fucking mouth you set ablaze the only thing that kept me sane now im stuck in this rut just dying to breathe the words lodged in my throat waiting to be released but my efforts are hazy, maybe i just got lazy & the truth wont set me free. so can you tell me? whats the point in finding truth when it can only destroy what we built between you & i?

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