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may 3rd, 2004 / 8:36 p.m.
I�m not ok...
I feel sick
What does it mean to betray yourself? Help me forget the trigger in my hand.
Give me the courage to put it down. If I point it away, will the bullet still find my brain, or will it open my eyes to a new life? Such beauty a bullet posses, such destruction, its ugly.
I�m outside myself, not sure which way to turn, not sure if I�ll come out of this the same. Time will tell what it never has and my destruction will be complete...