I really want to be able to write, to say what I feel, to put it down. But it eludes me: when i go to face the page and write it down, I balk and can't do it. Mostly because i don't know what it is that i'm thinking or feeling, just that there is something that is waiting, wanting to be discovered, a key or clue or reason. It's been there a long
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