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3.01.2008 15:49
i thought i could live the life i wanted to, and had everything under control. flashbacks, memories, what exactly are they? happy moments, yes. but they stir a great deal of emotions, so strong i can hardly resist them. they made me smile, then, cry. because they remind me of the things i used to be able to grasp with my small hands, things i dont really have now.

i just want to feel safe like how i used to.


ME.
ruthg
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