backyard crowing
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shakeout
Dear Diary,
(what a crazy trite beginning...)
I hurt.
I feel rejected.
I want to shake him, but how?
I did it before,
When I was a whore.
He trembled above,
This never was love.
Maybe I'm too intense for any man. I'm not a simple woman, I never have been.
I am released.
I am happy.
I am free.
I will conquer.
I am myself.
I will live.
I am beautiful.
I persevere.
I am fine.
I am worthy.
I am uncageable.
I am incendiary.
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Writing:
I feel more free when I do; I feel less free when I don't.
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The more the light, the more
my
head
aches.
- tuesday, Feb. 20, 2007
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