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Me I've almost started a letter 5 times. Each time I had the foresight to stop myself before saying something I regretted. I didn't used to have to be strategic. I could tell you anything. But who fucking cares. Whatever it was we had, it's destroyed. Yeah and I'm the one who destroyed it. A couple of minutes ago I almost had a complete mental breakdown. There's nothing like a call from mom to make all those feelings of worthlessness come washing back. I don't know why I feel so bad right now and I don't know what to do about it. I need to find a summer internship and it's probably too late. Everything I do... it's like jumping across a creek and not quite making it. You slide into the water and drag yourself out. I've spent a lot of my life waiting to dry off. I told myself I wasn't ever going to fall apart again. And today is not the day I'm going to break that promise. Here we go again. 010509
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birdmad I opened the door and stepped out into the hot dry air
it was like the sensation of opening the hood of the car after as long drive, the dry, radiant heat

scuttling sound of small lizards in the dry grass

the subtle pleasure of a cold glass of water
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madness burning from the inside, forever and a day, night and day 010804
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the eye incendiary heartbeats

every pulse shining across the distance in the night
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fallen no, it is more like an unescapable sauna...the sweat doesn't go anywhere. 010804
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silentbob where we all go if we dont believe in god.
theres a parable in the bible that explains that christians are flowers and nonchristians are the weeds. they pick out the weeds and throw them in the furnace.

actual bible parable.
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the eye charcoal and bitter ash 050810
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