2007

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I wrote this a few years ago. I'm looking at it now, after having found it in an old folder, and it's hard; I can almost feel the overwhelming pain and the helplessness I had felt when I wrote this. The words don't justify the feelings, but I can just remember my hands had shook when I typed this and how...empty I felt.
I don't know, I just needed

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[aholelabledlove]

... Is it weird that for me as a reader, your explination carries more meaning/feeling to it that the acctual piece? I can realate to what you wrote in italics, and I think most writers probably can. It's a good piece though, with alot of promise to it... Good potential to be something bigger, greater. I like it.

"I don't know, I just needed to put this somewhere so I can remember what it felt like."
I know this isn't part of the piece, but this line kills me. It screams out to me for some reason, and I really love it.

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When I read what I had written, I had thought "That doesn't make sense...the words are there, and the meaning is there, but it just doesn't make any literal sense" and I sort of realised that that was exactly where I was a few years ago; there, but not living - not much made sense at the time, so it was fitting, I suppose.
Thank you for commenting on this, it's interesting that you've attached to my note...what you say makes a lot of sense, and I'm glad I can share it with someone :')

[aholelabledlove]

I know what you mean about it not making any sense, you might think it makes no sense, but when someone else reads it, magically it does. You're super welcome for the comment, thanks for sharing this :) (I think I might start posting little bits from the past that I still have hiding on my computer...)

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Ahhh, yeah, you should! Even if some of it was terrible and some of it was emotionally hard to read, it was definitely nostalgic and...sort of nice :')