27.11.2002 | 1:33 p.m.
you can't do that.

Sometimes being able to see the blueness of the sky makes all the difference. Being able to look in every direction and imbibe the beauty I see. Death will never be like that. Death will be dark and propulsive and lonely. No babbling brooks to sketch; no movies to quote arbitarily; no songs to sing; no hands to hold - just yourself and endlessness.

Can't let myself go again.

Won't let myself go again.

I won't give you the satisfaction. You took a lot of things away from me: dignity, naivete, trust, self-esteem, value. You're not going to take my life too. There's no fucking way I'll let you do that.

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