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March 10, 2004 Another day passes by…one day less of my punishment compounded daily…one day closer to escaping from this loving prison. Dissection and assessment of conversations …a million thoughts and voices scurrying about like rats disturbed in an attic. Peace has been interrupted…a cat licking its own wounds…healing will only come from within…not with time. Yet with no surety of tomorrow being any better than today I hang on…the only way to survive…maybe…just maybe…I’ll disappear…and maybe there will be a time when I’ll look back and laugh hysterically…clutch my stomach …wipe the wetness from my eyes and say…Those were some crazy days… Hope is such a funny thing…actually a hopeless thing… (3:19 AM) ~`~
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