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Sunday, 1 July 2012
05:53:59 PM (GMT)
I stumble over my words because my emotions are tripping me up like sticks on the sidewalk and I wish I could burn them instead of falling. I’m sorry keeps tumbling out like it doesn’t have room behind my teeth and under my tongue. It keeps multiplying and replicating and falling out in forms I can’t explain when truthfully I think they all just mean “I’m not okay.” And the tears only come with shivers that make me grip the sides of things and feel my heart start to crack and all I’ve left it wonder is how do I get it all back? Because I gave you all I had. And you have all the secrets. And it’s like I’m standing here naked with no secrets to protect my scars and I’m sorry. Again. I’m sorry.

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