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something scarynasty makes love. i can't seem to suppress the urge to communicate. the rain outside looks so inviting. i could walk. the words are in my head but i don't know how to say them, i'm afraid that someone will hear me the wrong way. it's so important to get it right the first time. where can i go to be normal again?
maybe it's just mondays and knowing that this is all i will ever amount to. i've taken the blocks off of my journal because i hate censorship. the question is, can i stand the uncensored reactions to what i choose to reveal? the salt rubbed into the rawness of being open does sound formidable.
please excuse my incoherent rambling.
maybe it's just mondays and knowing that this is all i will ever amount to. i've taken the blocks off of my journal because i hate censorship. the question is, can i stand the uncensored reactions to what i choose to reveal? the salt rubbed into the rawness of being open does sound formidable.
please excuse my incoherent rambling.