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It's like a distant memory lingering beneath layers of defenses.
I, Creating antibodies: rendering Me, immune.
Prognosis had once seemed bleak, the pain threatening to destroy me whole
sending my body into shock, toxic
Coma
I awake anew.
Alas, i've forgotten what it all meant to me before
Were it not for these ugly scars that riddle my frame, my mind, my soul...
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Oh Hi!

Blogging without anonymity is.. well.. scary! Having tangible evidence of certain moments, thoughts, musings AND putting it online for the "world" to see is something that I struggle with. It's also a struggle to figure out to whom I am writing to. Am I writing to myself, for clarities sake? Or am I writing for you all, so you know that I...
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..and in that order.
wolfox:
you had me at Roads... but then you had to hit me with Teardrop smile
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Living for these: