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body jewelry by bodyPUNKS!

body jewelry by bodyPUNKS!

body jewelry by BodyPUNKS!

 

It's weird. So many words when I was empty. Like, my emptiness was full of words floating around inside of me, expressing hopelessness. But now I'm not empty. Things have changed in my life. It's like I was on the far side of a chasm, looking across, thinking that the only way across would be through pain that would break me. But it's almost unbelievable -- it worked out. I mean, it really worked out. This whole blog, all that I've written here, that's all gone now. I don't know how to explain it; there's no point in writing it here. It sounds like just one of my "happy days" of before, where I grabbed on to some new band or song or -- anything, and tried to convince myself I was happy. I don't know, this is relief. This is breathing again. I've been sleeping for two years, and he woke me up. Two years, such a long time. It doesn't even seem real, like me. I don't know, I give up on analyzing everything. I will go forward. I will learn to know you again.

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