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February 7/2000

There once was a time when I would talk of hope, and dreams, and wishes. But you see, I have none of those things. It's been such a long time. It's been an eternity. I'm tired of being broken. I'm tired of being torn. I'm tired of doing this evryday. It's been wrong. The time is long overdue now. My face is sad. My fingers are cold. My tears are frozen. I swallow my guilt, only to bleed out my sorrow. I write out my tears, only to read through my pain. Why do I do this to myself? I close my eyes to turn away, but only end up seeing the hidden. How can I do this anymore? Tell me. Tell me something to help me. But you don't know. You don't want to help me.