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Thursday, August 4, 2011
empty
I am so tired,
so lonely.
So empty.
Each day goes by,
just like the rest,
with nothing but work.
Nothing but stress.
I am so sick
of this life
that I live.
Come rescue me now.
I want to forgive.
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