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|| Saturday, October 27, 2007 || || 8:12 PM ||

Dear Diary,

Things are okay now,and so it seems.
But, even though we're just friends,
there's still this feeling of hatred,
anger,disgust,betrayal.
Yes.Betrayal.
The word that incapitates her mind.

I guess maybe I don't even deserve to be her friend in the first place.
All those times of talking to her,
trying to comfort her when she's down or having problems...

I don't know..
I guess I deserve it..

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