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Jan 18, 2006 00:37

When I walked into the room seven hours after leaving town I looked straight over to the bed she was in, and then I looked at my mother, and then I looked at the floor. Half an hour too late. I can never forgive myself. Only through the daylight hours I can tell myself it never happened, as the lady on the bed was not the lady in my heart. It was a ( Read more... )

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gimpdog January 18 2006, 07:18:54 UTC
is this about your grandma?

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tidyscars January 19 2006, 01:35:50 UTC
Yes but it's okay now because I'm in denial

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gimpdog January 19 2006, 05:39:09 UTC
it's worked so well for you in the past

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