leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - I wanted to write it down. A small attempt to save myself from suffocation. But I don't have words. On my tongue or in my head. If you were near, I'd place your hand on my chest so you'd know. Then I'd sob against your shoulder, till it didn't feel so much like waiting for the sky to fall. The frequent response to my distress being "It's not that bad." But don't you see it's not that good either. Bad I can handle. Alone is killing me. 9:25 a.m. - January 20, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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