� Degenerate Art � 2006-12-09 � 1:22 p.m. �
I fear for her... with the greatest love I could give to a friend, I am afraid of the road she's stepping on to - however hesitantly... however aware she believes she is... I am afraid for the end... for the final realization that despite her changing and her trying... and her burying the truth in good feeling and a nice face... her circumstance has never changed and never will.
What can I do?
I cry for her because she can't cry.... I feel the pain she should because I understand that she can't right now...
And I hope this time I am wrong...
"This is not freedom..."
I know now what he means...
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