I’m dealing with something profoundly personal at the moment – and damn near had a mini-meltdown. Somebody once told me that I had a way with words, and I have always used journaling to get my feelings out, to put it on paper, to be a release. So tomorrow, I’m baring my soul. Damn the torpedoes. Whether or not I post it here is to be decided yet … but one way or another, I will have my say – even if it is never read until the day I die by the one who means the most to me in the world.
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