I made soup for you, you were out of town.

[egret_feathers]

When, at the end of the week, I find there is more left to say, something pent inside that must be left in this week, and I realize there is no one to say it to who would not find it strange and awkward that I was talking to them, I guess I am supposed to say it to my journal, I guess I am supposed to sit down with it's black cover, lick it's white

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[comoestabaantes]

i am always here to listen, love. i'd bet very little would be strange to me :P