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okay, kalei, try this and think about it a bit: every day, take a moment to breathe very deeply. and then reach deep down into yourself- that part of you, you love about you, and just be there for a few moments. every day. deep, loving breathes welling up from the deepest, loveliest, sweetest, strongest, [...]

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Maggie,   Interesting question to my own question, and I’ll to answer it. What is it that I would like people to see? I guess just me. Not dry, stressed out skin, or makeup, all though I have no problem with make up. I just don’t like it much when it’s what you see when [...]

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I’d like to say I am unaware of your increasingly obvious presence in my little world. But you would never settle for that. And as you make yourself more and more impossible to ignore, or at least observe from a distance, I find myself fighting a strong urge to reach into the monitor and slap [...]

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To you, should you see yourself.   You who speaks of illusion, who never tires, ferreting out every shred of human decency wherever it still turns not it’s back on you; you who avails yourself of the generosity of strangers and even the very ones you have harmed; you with the lie on your lips [...]

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And after all that…I feel slightly shamed for my sharpness about him. Is he a monster? He was certainly the vehicle for one. Still, I have tried to not become one who hates, or is vindictive–even in spirit. I should feel sad for him–and I used to. A great danger for me–feeling sorry for him. [...]

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  The guy who showed me needles first, did Dilaudid with me. Or, I did it with him. And I did whatever he said, anyway. I was 16, he was 34. He scooped me up, a runaway. He had the perfect cocktail of dope designed just for me, kept me in a perfect stupor. Then [...]

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Stealing Lines

For shit’s sake–I always knew he would steal that too. I must be honest here–and not out of spite….I do not enjoy his writing. So beyond a cursory look, with focus on the obviously of interest to me [not so much] I had not bothered to read his words in any detail at all. I never [...]

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  She died last week. I think she was just a few years older than myself. The word on the street is she’s been doing it with them. The same “them” your husband’s hanging around with. Now a few of them have given you confirmation of what they’ve all been doing. As you yourself told [...]

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One More Thought

One more thought: I stopped trying to get the person out of my heart. Finally, the pain of them being there, and just living with it, was less than the pain of fighting my heart. It’s ok to love. I could not kill my heart, tho I wanted to cut it out of me my [...]

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Rae– I needed to add one more thing here, but was unsure how to last night. Regarding your words-”In my head I know it was all a ruse, but my heart still wants so badly for it to have been real.” These were the words I fell asleep staring at, unable to articulate a response, [...]

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