dreams of the sea, caught way inland . . . 
	
   A journal of my dreams. 
  
  
   3/07/2004 
  
     
  
  
    
    Adam wants me to change, and Joel doesn't want me at all.  I wish I was good enough for humanity the way I am.  I'm not even good enough to die in my sleep.  My leg is bleeding, and there is blood under my nails.  I ought to suffocate, suffer... bleed to death.  Hold your goodbyes.  You didn't care when I was here.
    
    
     
  
 
  
  
  
 
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