PoeticaL
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hurricane ivan

Saturday, Sept. 11, 2004
I found my floppy disk today in the glove compartment of my truck, but my computer now says it’s not formatted, go figure. I have a thousand things running thru my mind and I want to write it out, figure it all out, stop hurting, but so far….even now I can’t. I don’t think I can go back, I need a new template, need to move on, forward and believe that life will be good again soon.

My doctor tells me to just paint the walls..but they remain, the memories all remain regardless of everything I do to cope. I can’t write anymore….crying tonight…always crying late at night.

I don’t matter to anyone. Another hurricane….Ivan….I want him to land right on my heart.
11:19 p.m. ::
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