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December 4/1998

I have grown to hate the world.

All that once was is now gone,
All that had been thought has been denied.
There is no more left.
The catastrophie has come... and taken everything.

I can't feel anymore.
I can't dream anymore.

My reflection shatteres into a million pieces.

Pieces torn apart and thrown away.

I can't stop wanting for warmth, love and comfort.

Only he could have dreamed what i once dreamed.

All is gone.