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NIGHTLINE: That time of year again already. Sure brings back memories. NOT GOOD memories. Memories of a time when I was completely stressed out and confused, along with many other things. But now I'm almost thankful for that time. Even though the memory of it still cuts through me. A deep cut ... it stopped bleeding, but there is still a scar. The time seems enlightening now. It's interesting looking at things from a different point of view. So much has changed but I don't feel much different. Thats something I'm starting to notice appears a lot in my writings. If anything I have a new sense of reality and determination. I could have wrote this in better words, but I just don't have the time. So to make up for it I'll pull something out of my purple book of thoughts. I wrote one of those jap. poems today.
I love rainy days
The rain drops speckle my face
So in touch with life.
I love rainy days
The rain drops speckle my face
So in touch with life.