7:12 p.m. - 2001-04-16
extreme
who gave me this gift, this curse, of imagining things and being sure? the pain of love, the searing of loss, the absence of hope.. the extreme, the extreme... why do i feel so inwardly alone, and so connected yet to everything? that i must know somehow that someone has died? and know it for sure, yet he is alive! and i thank fate for giving me pain, my heart has opened up again.

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