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    Wednesday, November 20, 2002     3:22 PM

so i posted some lyrics because sometimes other people say better what you're feeling than you can. ironic that i'm supposed to be a wonderful writer (according to other people) yet i can't even put into words how i feel in a somewhat eloquent way.

there's a decision that has to be made. a decision i thought i could and would make easily, but i was wrong. i still don't know. i can't clear my head enough to really think about it objectively and i don't want to make this decision without thinking that way.

what i do know is that, as i've said before, this is my place to write. it's for me whether or not what i write is of a personal nature or not. that's something i can't forget in making this decision. i don't want anything i write here to be for anyone but myself. hopefully that makes a bit of sense.


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"It is time for me to walk the abyss. Time to reclaim my own. I must talk to the Morningstar. I do not have high hopes for the meeting."
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