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Tuesday, April 03, 2007
analogy
I hate it when you don't want to.
But they make you. The insides of my skin crawl with anger. But you feel like you have no choice. Or else. Say -- Everything is okay. Yeah, the HELL it is. And it doesn't matter. And they seem to not really care. Because they want to do it anyway. It's not work. It's more like rape. dezphaire strapped in @ 10:07 PM
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whoa.
i just hope you're ok.