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Thursday, July 30, 2009

Stop this torment. End this race im running without shoes.

Tired is my soul, for the past few days had been days of emotional stress. The truth impales my heart like a double edged sword, and ruptures as it sucks the life out of my wretched soul. Tell me it isn't real. Just say the word, ill go for you, to the ends of the earth.
I dont know if i can concentrate on my studies at all like this. These thoughts are taking over my whole being.

Went out earlier to play basketball and tired myself out.. At least i could forget and think less when im on it. Now that im home, the thinking starts again. Its killing me really..

Im here without you but your still with me in my dreams. Why?

Someone please pour me some vodka. I wanna escape this reality.

9:56 PM; The Pianist'

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