| 2003-07-07 |
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Ever feel frustrated? The kind of frustration the gnaws and claws at your chest. The feeling that your stomach is filled with red hot razors and the burning metal is scorching everything that's soft inside of you. That's how I feel right now. All burnt and hard. Maybe that's why I haven't written as often as I should. I guess I'm waiting to crack and peel. So I can unveil the squishy pink new skin underneath. In the meantime, I hope your world is free of any sharp corners. And your mornings are still as beautiful as mine. |
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