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Wed. Sept. 03, 2008 - 7:22 in the A.M. I kept rereading the last line and realized that I really don't know what's really going on. I don't know your natural state. I once thought I'd drawn you out and been lucky enough to see the real you. Now, I worry that it was the opposite. As a result I'm desperate and always confused and on guard. I love either you, all or both. p.s. What I am naturally is unwelcome. |