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2:46 p.m. - Aug. 09, 2002 Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. No more sickness in my tummy. My duty...my job...the reason that I am HERE...is to express myself fully and honestly. And the groovy thing is that the more that I express who I am, the more that I become more of who I am. Fuck. Fuck. I am not afraid. I am not afraid. I am not running away. I am here and I am feeling ALL of it. Oh, yes I am.
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