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she brings this liberation that I just can't define
Little ink dots, bane of my life
Written at 4:10 AM on Sunday, January 17, 2010

The debris of the Past should stay exactly where they are, and yet somehow I've let them get swept into the Now.

I wish I had just kept that door closed.