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Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Sometimes for an unforgiven reason every passing minute taste like bitter water the need to quench the thirst becomes a desparate cry that no-one cares to hear. Little by little I feel the dreadful thing: I slowly feel my life slipping away. Regardless of what I try all fails; I am alone in this... Sign in to see full entry.

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