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Thursday, May 30, 2002

I'm drunk. and right now I'm so in love with you. and I don't want to think too much about what we should or shouldn't do. lay my hands on Heaven and the sun and the moon and the stars. while the devil wants to fuck me in the back of his car. I swear. I just found everything I need. the sweat in your eyes the blood in your veins are listening to me. well I want to drink it up and swim in it until I drown. my moral standing is lying down. nothing quite like the feel of something new. maybe i'm all messed up in you. this is the only time i really feel alive.

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