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Jan 05, 2005 21:26

today has offered blow after blow. i am sitting here trying to feel blessed or identify the origin of my terrible mood so i can attempt to remedy it. i'm in a funky place, thick and reletless with no identifiable doors, in or out. i need sleep desperately ( Read more... )

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Its Ely, and I love you. anonymous April 18 2005, 03:33:05 UTC
Sonya, I am so sorry that person wrote such fucked up things to you, you are a wonderful mother and are loved. Don't forget that.

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saramama April 22 2005, 14:29:32 UTC
today has offered blow after blow. i am sitting here trying to feel blessed or identify the origin of my terrible mood so i can attempt to remedy it. i'm in a funky place, thick and reletless with no identifiable doors, in or out. i need sleep desperately.

You have a gift with words, I wish I could even think that...uh, accurately (you see words are NOT my forte....)

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saramama April 22 2005, 14:34:18 UTC
And...my son posted my unfinished message, above...

Anyway, I love your poetry. We've only met IRL a couple of times, but I respect you and think this writer is nasty.

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vivaldia May 10 2005, 04:49:16 UTC
i thought i saw you at tbtn and was reminded of it tonight. we should communicate sometime.

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