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Monday, Nov. 11, 2002 - 8:29 PM
I've run out of things to say.
I've run out of thoughts to think. I sit here with a weight on my chest. It feels like it's all crumbling down around me. It seems somehow less worth it. I've almost forgotten my purpose. Was it even my job, or was it a home-grown knock-off? Did my desire to help become another's stumbling block? Did it become my stumbling block? Unfulfilled dreams and unfulfilled purpose. Forgetting those and burning bridges -- was it worth it?
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