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Dear diary: This battle's on the verge of emergency. Call in a chemical warfare attack!
Tempting fate with the crisis my vices will orchestrate. Cold sweat makes my bold pupils dialate. I could die from the weight of it all, or make it through another close call. Here's a note to myself, back to the words. The higher you get, girl, the further you fall. Here's a note to myself, alone in my pain. How close can you come to the edge before you walk away?
