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nah....!
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i'm feeling a profound sense of ineptitude at the moment. i don't know what to say. i feel like shit, like fucking shit.
i'm scared. tell me who you are. tell me why you are making me feel so indescribably overwhelmed.
sting and the_police are not my only inspiration by any means. it's funny that you wrote that. read eclectic_music_taste...or don’t, if you don't give a shit.....but please know that i am touched by numerous musicians and writers. i need to say this, because if i don't, i'll feel incomplete.
i'm obsessive. i'm compulsive. yeah. so fucking what? let me be.
blather is here for us to do what we are comfortable doing. there are too many people who i feel are against me....it's frightening. i'm an unbelievably sensitive person. i am fragile and paranoid. i wish i could feel free.
i want to know who you are. tell me who you are. it matters.
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ClairE
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FUCK YEAH
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I hate myself sometimes. Like, utterly actually hate.
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nah....!
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again.
you did it again.
tell me,
please.
i feel somehow like if i know who you are, i'll feel better.
__please__
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bubba clintons fortieth cousin ten times removed
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nah....!
email: teainthesahara@juno.com (ironic, no?) and i will tell you who i am.
and, no, i NEVER assumed they were your only influence. they were only an example, because i, and clearly many others here, FUCKING LOVE THE POLICE.
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inferiority_complex
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the idea of my last two x-es hanging out at my old home
i'm not interfering, i'm not that selfish
instead...
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nemo
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oh
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Alfred
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So you take refuge from your life in the so called virtue of Death? And then you'll say "I sat there, on the edge of my cot waiting for salvation, for epiphany waiting for the silver mist to coldly kiss this poisoned flame that was kindled deep in the valley of my heart. Then it comes bursting out of my souls deepest cavern, the urge to leap out of myself. I can't bottle it all up and fight it alone! I want out!"
Remember O ye who are filled an undead ache, the sound of the scythe slicing so close to your ears, that YOU posess the power to determine the correct and best course of action for yourself, to determine what is objectively true and what is merely your mind holding one gnawing thought for far too long until it becomes like a rotted tooth, the thought that is. And so it must be excised. Purged. Cleansed. This is your protection from the fire inside. Here's the step where you stumbled. We'll fix it. Hammer and nail. We'll moniter it to make sure it doesn't fall into disrepair. It'll be like taking the principles of Total Quality Management and applying them to corpus of you. Here is how to be OK for now on.
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tqm21k
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total_quality_management_for_the_21st_century
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040715
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:)
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What's_the_'Point'?
Six_sigma...
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dudeinanigloo
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Too much violence and hate, too fucking much. Why can't we all just get along?
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