Nostalgic Worries
Don't think about how weak you are. Think about how strong you're going to be.
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Saturday, September 24, 2011
I'm lost in a cloud of fear and anger that never dissipates. The fumes choke me and fill my lungs with thick black smoke. It intoxicates me 'til i surrender. I open my eyes for a moment. The obscurity had been my imagination all along.
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