I'm not sure I can forget. And I'm not sure I could forgive myself if I did. It's easier when there's something to talk about, something to do, something to focus on. These quiet days, when there's nothing? I just keep thinking about them, waiting for me, not knowing if they're going to live or die and waiting for me to shift that balance.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2011-05-06 05:49 pm (UTC)