solstice: I don't tell you everything

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›5/1/2005
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Were I a reader of me, I would think that this girl tells every fucking little thought in her head.

Well, I don't. It wouldn't really do me any good, and it's all about me.

I only tell you things that I want you to hear.

I am angry. I once heard a wise man say that anger is only a loud, extroverted proclamation of pain.

Is that so?

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