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the dog swallowed my dharma

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[Jun. 30th, 2005|03:13 am]
the dog swallowed my dharma

the worse times are late at night.
like right now.

or early morning. when the sun comes up.

i never sleep in between anymore
or even the other 'in between' (during the day)
during those long hours, i just feel numb
and like a zombie.


i try to have a good time surrounding myself with company.
like tonight.

but i just end up having to "go to the bathroom"
and burst out in pain and agony.


how many tears does it take?


fuck.



i hate this.
i wish it would all just go away.
this feeling.
this calamitous...horribly empty feeling.

i just want it to end completely.


and this thinking...
i mean, fuck.
my fucking mind is racing constantly.

i cant take this.

i cant take me.
or you.
or thinking about you.
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