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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

I awaken to broken glass littering  the house. I barely remember my rampage last night. My hand is bleeding. I most certainly am not like you. Or am I? I saw the pure hatred and seeping disdain from your black eyes. You were in a blind rage. I am NOTHING like you! I scream it as I am tearing the house apart.

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