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Friday, October 27, 2006 only after we've lost everything maybe i'll die tonight because i really have no more feeling the last of it died away the other night... i hope when i was trying so hard to feel the way i did maybe i'll end it all tonight the most comforting thought i've had i know i'd never do it but the thought brings some sort of hope for the last days to come everything is different neither is left unchanged for better or worse this is the way things are and as far as i'm concerned as sad as the thought may be to some you are the best to be had in my scattered mind so, forseeing the downward gaze, i do expect i drink more than i know i can take this is poison begging pleading please, take me tonight this, the third time i've asked the end to come but somehow i'm still here i'll never make the choice always waiting for someone else to make it for me stop me, before i become too brave. ignore me.