I arise in the morning, torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
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I'm going to kill myself. I should go to Paris and jump off the Eiffel Tower. I'll be dead. you know, in fact, if I get the Concorde, I could be dead three hours earlier, which would be perfect. Or wait a minute It -- with the time change, I could be alive for six hours in New York but dead three hours in Paris. I could get things done, and I could also be dead.
Or maybe, i should just close my eyes, breathe my last breath, and let go, feel the wind pass my body, and just become a myth.
~Elizabeth~
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Hopeless Soul
Teen Fiction"I'm Lost In My Own Mind." "I'm in a cage full of Demons." "I'm a Hopeless Soul." "I'm like the Mad Hatter." "I'm Vilont." This will be mostly letters and some provs.
