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2003-09-24 || 7:07 a.m.

I have been chopped into so many pieces it is like the finely ground dust of breadsticks.

Bits of me have been trod into the ground, kicked around and blown away.

I looked at the pile of my bits and thought they will never go back together again to make a whole me.

So I guess I just need to destroy the ones that are left.