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Please talk to me I ask him. He tells me we are all going through a hard time. I cry. I cryLet the MUSIC run through my brain, and drown out all my sick pain. Every sound is pleasure to my hurt. Crying as I write, it somehow will heal my wounds.
My life has so much other important shit going on than this, and yet I can't move forward to worry about those things. My family for one. MY health for two. It will suck if my lastest test results come back from the dr. as "high risk". She says I will have to have a hysterectomy if they do. Oh well, I still am stuck and the past and my dad sends at the appropriate time a book about living in the NOW. Shit I'm still stuck on last year/this year. Anyhow that is me right now, right this minute. It sucks but I am still blessed.
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