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OUT OF ORDER SORRY.
Reflections on ANGER and Lies.

remember that time, i could have died saturday.
if i passed out on the train and a creepy guy would have lied and said he was taking to me to the hospital when really he was taking me to his apartment. and i would have beeen gone. remember when that didn't happen. remember when i sat on the sidewalk in new york on 14th street, and i saw what its like from the ground. its the most beautiful site ever. and when i could have passed out on the sidewalk, and there really wouldn't have been anyone to help me. and people would have thought i was crazy or sick and homeless. and the black people with red eyes selling things they didn't make and probably stole could have stole me and sold me. remember when that didn't happen.

remember when that kid disappeared for ever in pennsylvania, and it made me really upset and angry? dont you remember? you should. i'm not lying. go to hell. i shouldn't be treated this way. go to fucking hell. but before you do that, come over, so i can yell at you and whisper and cry and kiss you. all at once. then go to hell. leave me the fuck alone if you're going to leave me alone. stop bugging me while you ignore me.

remember memories in everything is illuminated. and the people couldn't forget their memories, and the memories took over and they had memories of memories of memories, and thats all they did was remember.

no you don't remember. fuck you. cause you're not fucking here. go to hell. stop being a memory. be real. come back. go to hell but come here first.