Connilee's Life Journal
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Leave Me Be
I fight the little urges to think.... the more I think, the
more I sub categorize my life, the more branches of issues
and wants and experience and rejection become a fresher
wound ... I wish I dissolved them from my memory, I wish I
were a machine, just press a button, and im done. but the
thoughts still lay with me in bed and my eyes still gaze
into the mirror and project pain. And the sighs become a
consistent breath ... almost forgetting that inhaling is a
part of the routine.
I close my eyes and wish I believed in Love.