Dread. Pure Dread. I dread going back to that place. Its becoming too familiar, too scary. I hate this feeling. I feel as if I'm being pushed against my will with a pistol to my head. I can't do anything about it, there's nothing that can be done. Only to comply. Compliance. Dreadful Depressing. Savant at 6/15/2004 05:04:00 pm ;
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