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Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Done Better Job

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I wish I would have done better job in everything over the past nine months. But what job would that have been? Even now, I don't know. No. 9999. How can I judge myself so severely when I can't find any clues? No. 9. I can't find the bench. NO. 4.

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What was all of this for? For harm? For harm and for hinder and for love and for support? Hugs plus hurt? No. oooo. WE don't know, we can't tell you, we are confused ourselves, we are wondering now what to do, every day changes our plans because there is no plan. d. WE watch you watch us.

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