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Sunday, April 19, 2015
there is a charge for the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge for the hearing of my heart.
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I’ve a call.
all is well
do not think I underestimate your great concern
this just needed documentation
this blog is half diary, half confessional prose...a way to document my mind and what the term ‘recovery’ looks like to me. formerly ‘the little blog of happiness’ ♥
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