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Chapter One.Chapter One.Chapter One.
It's been two weeks now since the murder. Two weeks of hatred, and of my pain, and of my total resentment towards that man.
It's not my fault- I have to see that much. I have to remind myself every single morning, and every night before I fall aslumber. The nightmares keep coming back nonetheless, so real I could be awake, so that when I wake I wonder if I even was sleeping. I rise still fatigued. My body feels drained of whatever life I had left in it. And I know, he took it.
My respect for fate has dwindled, and in my overwhelming addiction to denying the reality of her death,


ReplacedReplaced Written 11/25/01Replaced
You promised me youd never leave Youd never make me cry And now I realize your words Were just a pack of lies.
You swore youd always love me And youd always be there. You turned around, you broke my heart And never even cared
The one who replaced me, does she know who you are? Does she really love you heart and soul With all your battle scars?
The one who replaced me Is she really always there? Does she hold you tightly in the night When the darkness ma
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Some people are like Slinkys; they serve no purpose, but they always make ya smile when ya push 'em down the stairs.
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As a general rule, the more awesome it is, the less appropriate it is.
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