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2006-01-02 10:07 p.m. It's 2006. Why after such a long time do I still allow her to play with my mind and hurt me so? I always know but I just can't stop myself. I am tired of always pretending. Why can't people just let me be myself? I know myself far too well. It would be very long before I walk from her hell. Maybe as long as I took to fall from her heaven? But such is life that I no longer feel alive. |