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Saturday, June 19, 2004


  Every time i start to think about how I am without her, I begin to feel Death's grip on my throat. Come back to me, my dark angel. I need you now more than ever. Perhaps there will be one day when we can be together and lay together just like the old days. I miss you. I need you. Please come home to me.


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