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The idea that I can create anything truly unique is what compels me to drive myself to the brink of madness. I only need you to give me that last push, sending me spiraling into an insanity I've never known. Frightening though it may seem, it's the only thing that makes sense anymore. So with that, I bid you farewell as I plunge deep into my mind, hopefully to find myself.
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Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 11:56 PM UTC
Saints and Strangers
The idea that I can create anything truly unique is what compels me to drive myself to the brink of madness. I only need you to give me that last push, sending me spiraling into an insanity I've never known. Frightening though it may seem, it's the only thing that makes sense anymore. So with that, I bid you farewell as I plunge deep into my mind, hopefully to find myself.
Writing is the only thing that keeps me okay. Comfort is a double edged sword and the price I pay for it is great.
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Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 11:56 PM UTC
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