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:: Tuesday, October 04, 2005 ::
all that i am is a poignant memory.
I have enough lucidity to realize that I'm attached to this world by a few slender threads that could break painlessly on a simple whim.
And if I do all I can to keep those threads intact, it's because of my fear of being alone at the darkness of death.
Oh, the irony.
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