life is pretty cool.
that was scary. to write it down and feel it at once.
it makes me think there is a shoe about drop, somewhere
hanging with moms is wierd. still.
but good nonetheless. good food. scary stories.
so many things i chose not to remember.
so many things i am reminded of, before the blackout.
before the knife and gun and panic attacks. i should
be dead.
i know that now. i had an incredible angel on my side.
i have one or two of them looking out for me right, now
i can say that without worry.
i only hope they see me thru this lifetime. i have so much
to accomplish, and i've never been worried of failure. but
i recognize the significance of it.
no one knows better than i... or maybe they do -- and i just
havent met them. if that's the case - this is my note to you.
i believe in you. even when the world tells me not to.
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Mo Rocca I miss you! I really do. I gotta come check you out. Lemme get off ur damn site before the tears start lol.
"hanging with moms is wierd. still.
but good nonetheless. good food. scary stories.
so many things i chose not to remember."
gir,l i'm definitely feeling you on this one... i'm gonna tell you what i know you'd tell me... you're doing the right thing... head up, chest out, you are fierce poet mama! : )
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