Dear Diary
once again…she writes as though it were deja vu… She was wrong for caring..an amazing feat that she seems to fall into so easily, listening and being a confidant, for, what? She shakes her head and orders another cup of coffee with a double shot of Jack … perhaps allowing herself to be comfortably numb from the useless pain of another re-run…. ©k 2016
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