2004-08-03 - 7:33 p.m. The current mood of at

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feeling: at peace, now that i've made my decision. hearing: the smooth slice of the blade and the blood falling to the floor.

they never shoulda gave you niggas money.

what if emotional trauma and scars mainfested themselves physically?

all the hurt and pain you keep inside that you share with a select few close to you, that no one can tell by looking at you...

what if it was the first thing you saw when you looked at a person?

rape, abuse, suicide attempts, depression, growing up catholic, pissing your pants in school...

what if the hurt you carry inside showed up on your face?

what if everyone knew your deepest secrets just by looking at you, and you had to face them head on every day?

what if this was the case for everyone?

we'd all probably be much less hung up by our hang-ups.

all the stuff locked away would be run through every day and discussed and analyzed to death until it didn't matter and it wasn't a problem anymore.

until we could laugh about it.

i'm just sitting here staring at the razor blade on my desk, and thinking...

tag, you've got 9/11.

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ha. ha ha ha. ha. haha. ha. - i was wondering when my life would catch up to itself...

this is not good music.

you can hate me now.

check this out! it's a toilet full of poop!

welcome to central industrial. we are the future.

exchange stupidity, laugh, repeat

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