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Its nights like this that I know Im never going to get to sleep.
My heart is throbbing and my lungs are burning. There is a pain in my stomach that makes me want to buckle to my knees.
Sometimes I wonder if you can die from a broken heart, or does it keep beating until it starts pumping dust and I am grey?

The List.

Tonight I'm going to write a list of all my problems. I will then write what I percieve to be the remedy for my problems, and work out how to fix them. The list will be a little too raw and 'bare-all' for the intenet. Also, I think I'll get more enjoyment in hiding it under my bed and crossing out my worries, so I will write on my lists progress regularly.