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Saturday, July 3, 2010
I was convinced I was paralyzed, barely conscious, feeling the blood run from awful places, indifferent to everything around me, in shock. I thought I was dying, and the first thing that came to my mind was that now you finally had a good reason to visit. —ihateyoufornot
Tags: broken-hearted , i'm not an addict