A week ago today I was on my way to a fresh start a new life a clean break. A week ago tomorrow I will have buried my sorrow in cheap wine, bitter tears, and regret. Note: Anyone have any good suggestions for a title for this one? Sign in to see full entry.
If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead:
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