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unbelievable.

Sometimes my voice goes thin.
It quivers as if it has to stretch to cover all the words.
Then whoever hears me gets all uncomfortable and braces for my tears.

Sometimes my voice goes thin and most days I cry.
I am not depressed.
Really.

I am happy.

I am a death-blossom.
A flower that thrives in the sweet wet dampness of despair.

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Rachel wrote this when she was 16. On April 10 she would have been 29.

It develops that on April 10 I will be in Olympia for the first time in my life, thinking about when she was there for the last time in hers. I will also be finding out whatever it is that I am supposed to be finding out while I'm there.

This has all happened as if by magick....even the free room I'll be staying in.

But I'm sure it's a pattern that I can't see very much of, yet. Or maybe not at all.

And that's just fine.

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nurziful
Mar. 26th, 2008 06:47 am (UTC)
You have such a way with words.

May I friend you?
silverplate88
Mar. 26th, 2008 12:20 pm (UTC)
Absolutely. I'm honored. [No, really!] I'm doing you right now :)
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