I know I used to smile. Now, I think I frown as commonly, as often as I breathe. I have much about which to be happy, but still ... my stress wears on me an anchor that ties me to the ground, painful to drag. I would so prefer that things were different, but I can't magic things to be.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
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