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Tuesday, August 02, 2005


I hate that when I find myself - in one small moment - to be purely happy, I always look over my mental shoulder to check for the despair and disaster that I am certain are creeping up to ambush me from behind. As if I know that if I let my guard down, I'll be sucker-punched by fate.


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