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the great sadness.
07-09-08 ¥ 1:42 a.m.

it feels like a plug in my throat. like i can't breath. like i need to throw up. like i can't sleep or think.

i feels like i'm cut off from everything. from creativity, from talking, from being myself. not as if i CHOOSE not to be involved, but as if i can't be. for some reason i don't know.

it feels very frightening and i want to fight it, but i don't have the energy. i never have the energy. no matter how much i rest.

it feels like i can't swallow.

it feels like emotional heartburn.

like my heart is on fire but i can't get away from the damage.

more than yesterday|less than tomorrow


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