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10/11/03---9:11 AM
It is that 3am wakeup call that I can't stand. It is the dream of my ex-boyfriend who I left for someone else. It is the fact that sometimes I can't breathe because something is wrong with my stomach, the acid backing up into my throat. It is trading one addiction for the other. It is the dream about looking for the Ukranian restaurant that I am always looking for in New York City. It is the friends that I no longer can count on to make me feel good. It is the sadness that is always there.
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