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Jan 2013
I'll be able to write for you again once I... When I am okay.

Sleepless now, i try to smile and laugh, for a reason to continue.

Convinced this is pointless..
Ridiculed by everything..
Imprisoned by my own imagination..

I give up.. I sigh... and I try. Once more, and i am okay..

Forgiven.. Forgotten.. But.. Okay.
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