September 30, 2011 - 3:46
I am occasionally confronted with the notion that I am a person of extremes. Today I theorize that the cure for loneliness is to be completely alone, so as to avoid the phantom ache of one who should be there, but isn't.
The knife tip broke and is now lodged beneath your ribs. It can no longer injure you, but you feel it when you breathe.
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