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:: royally fucked ::
Feb. 18, 2003 at 10:36 p.m. She gets up from sex. Stands at the window naked. With a blank face she stares outside. She listens to the wind howl its bitter winter cry that makes her sad but she can't talk about it. The truth is too painful. I want to die. I am not going to lie. I feel like I want to die. To quit this life. This person. She moves to get her clothes. She gets dressed and leaves the room.
SOUND OF THE MINUTE:
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