Tuesday, July 3, 2007
to begin the end
It’s liberating really. “I couldn’t see past the pain,” she said. Hopelessness. Deep, dark, sticky, infinite, hopelessness. That’s what pulls me under... with the few odd breaths at the surface. The liberation comes at the simple painless matter-of-fact realization that I could just... Quit. I don’t...
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