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Funny how you receive bad news in your stomach. However you may try to ignore it, it's there. Cancerous. Hairy. A nauseating rock, a heave.I fucked up. Big time. Ever wanted to just shrink inside yourself, a grape gone raisin. If I think about leaving I get pangs. Don't want to step out from my mother's soft smell, safety.
posted by tui at 4:23 PM
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OK, you def have to be put up for some kind of poetry award. I don't know that poetry awards cover blogs, but on the evidence damn they should. Well except it wouldn't be fair because you'd win them all.
Orv
Cryptic tui.....
are you bak in canada?
-Aw shucks Orv. Your encouragement means a lot. Half the time I don't know if anything I'm writing will even make sense to anyone outside my befuddled brain-
-I leave for Canada in 2.. yes, just 2- sleeps...
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GET HELP
Hey, I'm in Canada...Snowboarding in Whistler. Wanna grab a beer?
Are you pregnant?
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