Journal Junkie
Journal-style prose.
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I am the warmth of the sun and the cold of the darkness. How empty the space I once held will become. How my absence will haunt you like a ghost that keeps whispering all the ways you crossed me. “They have no idea who they’re dealing with,” the one who fashioned me would say.…
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18 May, 2010 – Tuesday, 4:00pm The black dog has been with me for some time now, and even the simplest of chores seem overwhelming. The days slip idly by and I’ve little inclination to do anything about it. I wish I could, and I make mental plans to; but while the body is willing,…
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11 April, 2010 – Sunday 11:23pm I’ve been banging my head against a wall for so many years; I can’t remember when it all started. But I’ll be damned if I give up. I miss what it was before it became tainted; like everything becomes when money is involved. I miss what it gave me,…
