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[27 May 2003|11:56pm] |
i just want to end it all.
what the hell is the point in life anyhow? why do i have to live this....this horrible visible, tangible stink.
day in and day out.
the same fucking thing over and over.
everything's plastic. we're all gonna die
it's true, you know. there's no point in any of this.
none.
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