I am shame ridden. I was made better than this.
And when you reach the depths of this kind of
disappointment it can’t be healed with a touch, a word, a kiss.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
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These words will prove I lived.
3 comments:
dear writer woman,
what is the element of praise?
is it empathy, meaning
or just a passing phase?
your friend shakir... you leave him oddly poetic at this strange hour with your thoughts on may..
lovely thoughts on may
Interesting. I know I have felt this way too. A deep wounding, a deep sense of being flawed.
You say a lot in three lines.
-Nicole
But we can heal.
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