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Monday, April 19, 2004

Story part 1
He sat there contemplating the meaning of life, holding a razor blade to his wrist... thoughts confsing him just about to drive him mad, "Does anyone truley care? Does your existence mean anything to a single soul? Or is it just an insignifigant speck in the huge hell hole that is life..." His hand slighty shaking, he pressed the blade closer. He quickley swiped it across his wrist, slicing the skin as crimson regret flowed warmly, out of him. He then lie down on the ground waiting to die his last thought "I don't care if I'm eternally damned I'm sure hell is better than this..." (I felt like leaving you there for a while to contimplate the story line so far.)
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