It's all in code. Everything is twice removed.
I want to wear your bracelet always. I am so proud of it because I was so proud of you. But I am afraid to hurt it. This is why I pulled away.
And Pappa. I will write you a letter again before you too are gone. Lines are blurred and so are minds. I can forgive.
I love this rain.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
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