Fireduck
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2005.07.23.02.43.35
I miss the person I was. I miss getting outraged at the world. I miss falling
in love hard and often. I miss caring. Every day I seem to become more of what
I always distrusted. The job working bill paying adult with no real dreams or
hopes. Only fantasies that we wont admit and accept will never happen.
Everything seems to have been turned down and faded. I don't cry anymore, I
become a little meloncolly. I don't love anymore..there are just some people I
like.
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