october 29th, 2003 / 11:40 p.m.

it's a mantra i've created for myself i will not break.

wrists covered in sharpie writing saying cut her(e) with perforated lines marking an exit i'll never take but can fantasize about.

i'm not alone but it sure as hell feels like the entire world is dead. (maybe that's just the painkillers that i swear to god i fucking quit).

i can promise you that even though i am not, my eyes will show that i'm dead.

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