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Published on July 3, 2005 By Secret Literary Diary of Malte In Blogging

I hate this week of disappointment. I hate this week of disappointment. I hate this week of disappointment. I hate this week of disappointment.
I don't have any plans. I don't have any plans.
Nobody between nothing.
I need your bright soul. I need it. I need you. I shouldn't . Everything I shouldn't I need. I hate this week , I hate it.
Think about me. Think about me. I am disappearing in the midle of my room. In the midle of my room ,on the peak of the night I. In the midle of my disappointment the fridge is rumbling in front of me.
Please,please,please. I don't expect anything.I don't believe in anything.
I should cry now. I should. But it is only the theatre. Even yours bright soul which I need in desperation now.

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