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Heart May Still Be The Fire In Hearth But I'm Suddenly Too Cold To Continue, And Besides, There's No Hearth Here Anyway And It's The End Of June. Thursday. Almost Noon. And All The Buttons On My Corduroy Coat Are Gone. I Don't Know Why. I'm Sorry Hailey. I Don't Know What To Do.

Scars Are The Paler Pain Of Survival Received Unwillingly And Displayed In The Language Of Injury.

...life's Big. If You Can't Fix It, Give It A Spin.

So Often I Wonder Whether It Is My Right To Capitalize, As I Feel, So Often, On The Grief Of Others. But Then I Justify, In My Own Particular Thoughts, By Feeling That I Can Contribute A Little To The Understanding Of What Others Are Going Through; Then There Is Reason For Doing It.

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