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Thursday, July 20, 2006
HeHe just sat there as she walked away. He hadn't loved her enough and she was tired of all the pain. She had left him and he was now alone.
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He got home, forgetting the makeup he now wore. His parents asked if he was goth now. He guessed so and they got angry again, yelling at him, sending him to his room.
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He turned on the radio and the DJ was ranting about how annoying those stupid emo kids that cry over lost girlfriends are. The DJ's right, he thought. What good was he?
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He pulled out a small razor blade. The blade was silent, saying nothing against him. It didn't judge him, it let him be who he was. It didn't leave him, it was always there. The blade kissed his wrist, and he said goodnight and goodbye.
[February 16, 2006]12:08 PM 
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