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Half Life

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Sat, 15 Mar 2008 at 12:28am

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(Eeeemo. ;>_>) Staring back at her she can see a cookie-cutter girl, sliced down the middle by uncertainty. Not perfection, not rejection. It doesn't really have a name, save, reflection. Memories are hard to trust, lost in a photo album layered with dust. The happy times become a blur, as if someone erased that part of her. And when they call her name, she’s just another one of them. Another paper to be stamped, and filed under ‘Condemned’ to walk the earth without an identity. Anonymous more or less, representing an infinite alias.
2008-03-15
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