Every once in awhile, I'll dust off this journal and reread past entries of my own or sometimes past entries of friends, entries that have spoken to my heart and soul, entries that despite the pain they stir and reawaken, I do not wish to delete. I find myself doing this more and more often and yet until tonight, I had no desire to write in my own
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