When all the world's wizzing past my head and I feel like not even a scream could break the silence, I'll sit here in my own little bubble and think of you. ...This is my space, these are my thoughts. If you don't like them, get your own website.
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III I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in...it is a habit. My eyes are open. I see where I am. -Portia Nelson
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