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April 15, 2004
4:50 p.m.

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my eyes examine each word with no emotion. It means nothing. It means nothing. but as I finish. I can't stop the tears. and I don't know how to help. and I just want to sleep. I want to pretend this doesn't happen to people. I want to rip it from her hand and embrace her. I don't wake up with a smile. but I always go to bed in tears.

I don't know how to teach someone to stop, when I can barely restrain myself at times.

how am I supposed to help?




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