I have come to the realization that I am no longer alive. Maybe this will make me a better person, or a horrible disfigurment of what was. I now merly exist. I'm pretty sure most of my readers have felt the same way at one point in there life or another, just didn't have the courage to admit it. The people I feel sorry for are the same people who made my grave that i now must lie in. I'm sure there is some kind of irony in it, but I have yet to find it. Maybe without there knowing, the grave the have made is really a trapped door into a better existance, and maybe a life that I may call my own. And just maybe, all it is, is nothing more then what it appears to be. I quiver at the thought.
4:32 p.m. - 2001-07-25
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