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The Journal of Trisha De Gracia So tell me.
03/25/2005 09:42 a.m.
So tell me. What would you want me to say? What could you say that wouldn't be exactly everything you've ever said and ever broken? What words are there left that haven't been cheapened or falsified or just plainly disregarded? What can we say to eachother anymore? I don't even know you if I can't trust you with words and feelings.
You find the point in it, because I'm sick of searching on 'our' behalf. It's your turn to do the dirty work. The hard work. If you want it fixed, fix it, because I can never seem to fix it well enough to keep it from breaking. I am currently Exhausted
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