If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: In So Many Ways

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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

In So Many Ways

When I look at the people around me and see only unfamiliar faces, I miss you... in so many ways. When I go to bed each night and my ideas and thoughts swirl around the room, landing nowhere, I miss you... even after all this time. When you come up in conversations and I remember when you were still... Sign in to see full entry.

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