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� betty crocker �


1:20 p.m., 2003-01-10

it's been more than a lifetime. still i'm haunted by your silent noctournal neural sweeps; synaptic urges leaning towards a vague familiarity i know beyond all else but could never hope to explain. the sad slow awakenings and admirable attempts to return to you while employing nothing but a furrowed brow and desperate relaxation remind me of exactly the time and place to which i try to return. it was said long ago , in a moment of stunning clarity, that this was a process that would never be truly over. had i known at the time how complicated the realities of situations like these are i would have taken more time soaking things in because if i've learned nothing else i've learned that i'm never truly ready to let anything go. these words with which i leave myself every day and night become more hollow as time passes through them.

to find out that you can still feel is so much more painful than assuming you're still numb.


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