There are dark circles under my eyes, there are restless nights, there is sadness and despair. I expect to look in the mirror and see gray hair, an old man, a specter, but I do not. I simply see me and I'm all the worse for it. My eyes have come to glaze when I shave, I walk the kitchen as I brush my teeth, I brush my hair with my hands in a
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wish i knew what was making you so worn.
wish that you would talk to me again.
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Please check your e-mail, if it stills remains intact, at ikilledsalinger@yahoo.com.
Otherwise, some unfortunate soul received an e-mail they won't be able to comprehend. Or will just send to trash. And isn't that a shame?
Take care.
Julie
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