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2002-12-27-10:58 p.m.


i'm just so happy to find people i finally like, but i wish that they would like me as much as i do them. and i wish i didn't feel like there's something i'm doing wrong, someone i'm leaving out. this all seems too plain. it's somewhat like the silence before a storm, the one that used to always be in the boy's eyes. the one that makes me feel as if everything is about to explode and dissappear.

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