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the Journal of the tempest

In a room thair is a table. On this table is a book. The closer to the book you get to the table,the more you feel your body bern. The onley way to get eny closer to the book is to disgard all belife in phisical pain. You must thribe on the min

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Whare are you? Whare are you now? Why wont you talk to me? We havent talked in so long now. All I want to do is hang out with you. I want you to be my first . I cant do this if its not with you. Why? I need you. I will always need you. In my minde I canot cope with the fealings that go along with me not fealing you. Your presance is what keeps me going. Why are your lips so cold? Why can I no longer hear your breath. Without thies things you are alive. To me, you are allways alive. That much is guest so true. No one is alive, but you.