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2005-06-10 22:18:22 ET
I want to pretend I've died sometimes. People's words in my head, as if they themselves have said them, make me feel like I mean something to them. Hopefully that's true.
But if I die, I think I'd have enough foresight to give myself an enema and pee before keeling over... don't want to cause anyone TOO much hassle, y'know?
And here I go again on my own... going down the only road I've ever know. Like a twister, I was born to walk alone...
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