November 15, 2003
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Sometimes I think seriously of falling off the edge, or more precisely stepping. Knowing exactly what I do and what I choose, and then allowing myself to let go.
I fear the cold gray walls and sounds of metal hitting metal in the hallway. Distant muffled screams, and now someone cries.
It's better this way they would say, now she will not have to be alone or suffer. And that would be all they needed to hear in order to move on.
Not for me. Doesn't seem that easy.
I could quite likely prescribe a cure, or direct the patient to fight. Pills and potions galore, and what's more.....
Focus away.
I should like to go there again, with a friend. We'll hold each other and cry, knowing why and when.
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You know, I don't have any friends that I feel okay crying to, and I really could use that now.
Yo Ms - Nice blog, it really says a lot. What Up?
falling through empty space gives you an immeasurably fulfilling sense of exactly where you stand in realtion to dead and living
Shit....................
You will go there with a friend, again... if you haven't already....
Ya will hold and cry and know why... But maybe not when.......
I'm sure you're ok....
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