I don't so much enjoy staring at an empty box, but I think I've lost any ability I might have had to write what I am thinking. or speak it. Life is different...certainly changing. Summer always shakes me up a bit. All of these good things are looming with loneliness. Everything seems slightly tainted. I've replaced my acceptance...my naivity, my
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