july 22nd, 2002 / 1:09 a.m.

you did both nothing and everything wrong. but it's too late now. it's certainly over now. you can look back and hope that the memories are fond but they (much like the feeling in the pit of yr stomach) will fade. in place of the feelings emptiness will fill yr every moment. every breath will be sharp with the pain of loss. every step will be in the rain on a street when you're lost. it's too late to go back and undo whats been done.

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