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Tiptoe, quiet.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

I opt for an escapist imagination to rebuild me.

Pretend that it didn't happen=healing?

Think, think, think=healing?

Fill in the gaps=healing?

Anger=healing?

Time=healing?

Posted by Marie at 11:26 PM

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