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If I am a goddess, why are my feet stuck in the trenches?
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
cup runneth over
The problem wth being stoic, is that when you really want to be truely vulnerable and just cry, everyone looks at you as though you have gone insane.
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Flamingo Dancer
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If I am a goddess why are my feet stuck in the trenches?
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