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should i take up that job. should i go to hk. when will my left hamstring recover. when will i get to start running until my left hamstring breaks again. that you will never find. he quotes "i go play game" and left. For you.
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_____________________ this entry is filled with many thoughts that are NOT related. took it in slowly n then vomit.when it finally arrives. well, they were all excuses arent they. no more left. i'll wake up in the night. no worries. cold sweat and increased heart beats. every night. since..... well. i dont know. virul epidemic. terrorism. anything. i cant wait for the next! (i'm sleeping after this) durians. you know you want to. and there you go. satiated. yet still stuffing in more. then... drink salt water off durian shells? what?! shells? i dont look at the soccer ball like i used to. i dont look at a soccer court like i did. those last of goals, i scored to make the numbers. and pray for each. those shoes, that made that number, now float in that enclosed pool of water. no he cant run. he doesnt have feet anymore what if reading a book became just looking at it. eyes running along the lines that seemingly meant never to catch. thoughts that wander off. or that they werent here at all. or even because the the existance of the lines lead that path. stand against the light, rebel against the darkness. you like them? they dont belong to me now. not truely, at least. i gave them away. and there she said, the perfect icing on the cake: uncaught tears. he hardly visits anymore he is hardly at home. For you.
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