8.31.2005
Wrapping her in a towel and feeling her weight in my arms could have not done any less twisting of my insides. There was so much pressure in my head it should have burst. She was so confused when I set her down in that chair. Tears kept creeping to my eyes, but it stung so bad that I had to bite my tongue. Closing the door behind me I knew that I had turned my back on the innocent.Rain is so strange. There’s something about the drops individually plinking on dry skin that makes your body explode with misery. It guides the rest of your tears in the direction of the ground. Everything pours with sour selfishness. It’s all enough to drive you mad. It has. I knew I should stay in the rain like I deserved. There was no reason why I should return to my shelter, but I did. That is the selfishness of myself.
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.::. Lisa .::. 6:29 PM
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Um...wow. Little hard on yourself.
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