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Wednesday, Nov. 27, 2002 - 9:21 am *my feet are dead, zombie toes? prestently listening to:dashboard confessional intentions to: go to classes? soberity level: intoxicated my limbs look dead. well, my feet perticularly. thier all blueish and cold looking.
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