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47.A mixture of feelings is totally overwhelming my entire spirit. I feel angry without any reason and take the next step: river-flowing tears, out of nowhere they appear, leave me like before and promise they’ll be back once more. My current state of mind is that of a person who has just arrived from a jungle: confused, unaware of what she hears, says, sees, only after doing something to prove that she stings like never before. I’m willing to do anything in order to be me again. For 4 days I’ve tried. Happiness flows away 5 minutes after it reveals its face. Maybe she thinks something like: “I staid too much, time to go”.
I need a real big warm fluffy hug and a shoulder to cry on. The best gift you can give is a hug: one size fits all and no one ever minds if you return it Saturday, 10 March 2007 02:16:57
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