solstice: Dumpy

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›1/18/2007
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I cried last night. They were tears of frustration. Again, a beckon to "what are you doing with your life"... I have been told my entire life that I could be so much more - that I should do so much more - I'm special (not like a shortbus).

I sit in it. I write to you.

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