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Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Emotions flooding through the wall I've created. I built it strong, It's not even gated. The shadows of shame, anger and hurt, making me feel like a slug in the dirt. The memories are there, some have leaked out. I want to run, to scream, to shout. There are cracks in the wall I thought so strong. Shadows of guilt, telling me I am wrong. It's coming apart, this weakened wall. I know that soon, the damn thing will fall. When it falls, will I still exist?
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