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Tuesday, August 09, 2005


Today the air is thick with unshed sweat, like the lump in the back of my throat as tears threaten their invasion.

At times the world proposes to become unbearable. I have to believe that I am better than this, but perhaps all along I've been mistaken. Perhaps, actually, I'm the same as everyone else.


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