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Thursday, May 24, 2007
A mind like a filing cabinet
Please know that, even as I flip through and put away these tears and bruises, you are kept somewhere between my top drawer and the tiniest chunk left of my heart. You're nowhere to be found, but there; with the fractions of me that I've refused to take back.

Those fractions have cost me an arm and a leg but they're meaningless when put together anywhere without you. I've learned to break and build new limbs, cover up with new skin, and wipe every slate and smirk and tear stain, clean. Those bits of me..they're broken and they'll stay that way, because they're absolutely meaningless for the time being..and I can't have broken arms and legs dangling in my way.

Because there's a target I'm out to hit; I can't afford to miss this fall.

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