2008-11-24

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i am snorkeling through a tide of diarrhea, touch vision hands outstretched witnessing scattered fragments of who i pretended to be, a butterfly in the deep where light never dares to seek, a tiny quivering frantic puppy lost at stormy sea, a heinous creature consumed by rage without courage, all i can do is scream and choke and drown, no one will ever find me

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