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date: Monday, January 14, 2008
title: All the lonely people-
time: 8:59 AM

The holidays have all come to an end and I'm back face buried on books. Not to mention my de-activation of account in the bank. Thanks to nothing. Prelims is sucking every bit of blood that's left in my restless body. Eventually I will be needing something that can revive it and make me feel as good as new- its called smoking. The thing I have long forgotten. Ive got more or less thirty minutes to get my life back on track and a few weeks to start my new life all over again. Im close to dying.

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