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Feb 2015
I retreat to numbness a lot. It is an easy thing to be.

I’ll drink a cup of water slowly; imagining that the liquid in the cup is my feelings - and by the time the cup is empty, so am I.

So I didn’t always feel it when he told me he loved me, even though I believed him. And sometimes it was difficult to love him through the void of neutrality.

...sometimes it is.
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
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