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October 21, 2003
Today is the start of a new beginning. Today I followed you, and I'm sorry. Dramatization. Realization. What was it in the end? Certainly not the muffled screaming that blew over the treetops. My indecision. Was it suicidal? No, it wasn't even detrimental. How was I to know? If you had been dying, I wouldn't have been there to save you. It's all over but the shouting. My face in my hands. Hoping I wouldn't take the wrong route. It's a dead end. And to you: Are we friends now? I hope so. But I can never tell these days.