It's time to remove the tumor.  It's time to take the cure.  I've been given it, a medicine that hits the marrow, a remedy - or at least a vision.

Is it wrong to want this?  Is it pointless to feel so inspired and get so vulnerable?

What do I do about this?

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Let me rest, let me sleep, let me never dream.  Stop the hurt, stop the pain, stop the constant screaming.  Find the will, make a way, to free myself.

With a spotlight on me, a shake in my hand and a skip in my heart, a drop of sweat slowly pooling on my brow, bow slowly arching towards the string, the world slowly fading into black, I close my eyes...

And think of you.

I just keep doing the same thing that makes me miserable. How can I get free from this cloud? Why don't I let myself stop faking it?

Is this really what I'm going to settle for in life?

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I wish I could be more than a mediocre violinist.

Moving on.  Giving up.  Regretting you.

Scott Jackson March 22 at 9:56am

Abbie Gail Berger - is gonna go out on a limb and say that this bullshit passing (and its subsequent FAIL) might be the best thing that happened for Republicans since the Lewinsky scandal.
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7 weeks.

Make it 7 weeks and you'll see:

"But I'll always think of all the things you did
To let me know that you love me
But you're leaving

Even so"