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7/12/17

I am trying to get through the day.  I continue to breathe.  My body continues to function.  Could I not enter suspended animation until something good happens?  I am alone.  I also sandpaper alone.  Pushed against a rough wall, face first.  I am afraid that when something good happens I will no longer be in a position to embrace it.

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