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Dylan Klebold's Journal
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1-2-98

... Beeerr... man I dont

know what's up lately...never do in existence. All this shit w.
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friends.... so wierd & different from past... yet again, thats the way in existence. I wonder if i ll ever have a love...my love.
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got his, I dont, wont ever get mine. Here's all the people ive loved, or at least liked (or thought I loved) - all the same meaning.

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heart
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heart
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heart
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Dylan Klebold's thought box

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is the newest... the purest, (for now)... seems perfect for me... I seem perfect for her. I was delusional & thought she waved at me the last day of school. Oh well... my emotions are gone Dylan's drawingso much past pain alone, my senses are numbed. The beauty of being numb...Lates

one of my symbols --> O

Drawing found in Dylan Klebold's journal


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