Thursday, September 8, 2011

disposable dixie cup drinking

I am puzzled. I am sad. I am hurt. I am anxious. I can't wait. I want to open my mouth and let everything I'm thinking and feeling and wanting so terribly to say fall out, but I can't and I won't. I am quiet. I keep secrets. I play games and sooner or later, I will lose. I feel small. I feel terrible, but I look fine, and really, I am fine.

I am fine.

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