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5:06 am - July 09, 2004 I just want to be real. See? More of that ridiculous stuff. I'm real. I bruise, I bleed, just like everybody else. Twin, I know you don't read anymore, but I need you. So, it's late. And I go. And I blather on and on and on. You know what I wish that I can't ask for? I want to sleep in the same bed as someone. Have them put their arms around me and feel safe for a little while, like for these few hours, nothing's going to happen that will turn my life upsidedown again. I won't be able to disappoint anyone for a few hours. For these few hours, I will be loved and right and everything you've ever wanted from me. � � |