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February 1, 2004

"When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions."

New Entry:

My head is

Splitting.

I miss him

Like hell.

It's like,

He's dead.

But he's not.

I hate you

Mother.

You warned him

About me.

I hope something

Happens.

But,

Not to my

Sisters.

-LWT.

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