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September 22, 2010
You should rid yourself of me.

I wish you would. It hurts to be pulled into so many direction by so many minds. I barely brushed you, barely touched your awareness, but I linger like the spit of a parasite, slowly paralyzing you.

You yanked me out from under your skin, and you were right to do so, but a piece of me remained. I am so sorry for that. Please, give it back?

That splinter is festering in your heart. Let me take it away.

Darling, you can never live if you don't first burn me from your soul.