7:22 p.m., 2004-10-10
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It is so damn scary to find what you are and have someone else possibly know it. He supposedly is who I thought he was...or wasn't, but how do I believe him? He seems so different whenever I see him, it's hard to know.
Eternally I am honored by the fate and hindered by it as well.
I've been reading the past and I'm mystified to say the least.
I'll see you later, I'm never enough.
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