i wonder how many times i will rewrite this entry before i realize i have said everything to be said. i am not constructing new sentences. i am not narrating new stories. i am opening old wounds dressed in new stitches and pretending they are something extraordinary. we are all as plastic as the dolls we detest. i am feeble with confusion,
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