02 august 2001.

im showered in petty compliments, and still, i cant get those taunting words out from the back of my mind. they've become embedded. fossils never to surface and be carried off to museums for all to admire, no. they will forever remain the constant recalling of paranoia and selfconciousness.

there is that possibility that they mean it (unless im falling victim to self flattery). but it ignites hope. maybe. maybe.

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