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Jun 2014
When you work alone,
late at night,
with no one to talk to,
eventually you
have conversations
with yourself.
Not out loud,
just inside.
And it's never about
anything you'll remember
later.
No? Just me?
****.
Well, maybe I'm
talking to you,
reader.
Hello.
Paige
Written by
Paige  Ohio
(Ohio)   
288
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