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{Reservations} {Tickets} {Map} {Photos} {Souvaniers} {Postcards} {Design} 2002-06-26 | 6:50 p.m. Diary, I'm not capable of being happy for them. If I could, I certainly would. How can I feel anything warm and positive when something has taken a potato peeler to my heart and carved it down to the size of an olive pit. Similar color, too. There's no room inside of me for anything resembeling goodwill today. Survival and endurance are the focus. They can all drop dead, or live happily ever after, Diary. It makes absolutely no difference. Miss These? absence of life - 2003-07-28 |
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