.: drenched :.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011I can’t name the things that hurt me. Or make me cry. They seem to just come over me in one swift blow, so that I am helpless. I begin to cry. It helps, but only to scratch the surface.
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The blogger, female, has recently discovered that she could not be a disciple-to-no one.
Notice the transition from morose to pathetically smitten.
Give her a break. We all falter.
The lucky ones, happily so.
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