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Friday, September 9, 2005
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Life is much like a book... The memories inside us are much like the words upon the pages... We cannot change what was written.... but we can choose what will be written... Your countless hours of crying will do nothing more than wrinkle the pages... Smear the text... It does not wash it away... Stand up... Stay strong... It is time to move on... You will accomplish nothing where you are... Your spine is broken... Your binding torn... You must go get it fixed... You will feel much better... I have been inside the monster and it is not plesent... you must escape... A true hell.. broken mentality, blood in a constant flow against my flesh... Cold steel upon my throat... Take my hand... I am willing to pull you out... You do not deserve to be in such a state... though i cannot do all... you must helo yourself as well...
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