I confess:
The holidays really get me down and hostile.
This whole no job thing bites big butt.
I would pack up and go if I could.
I'm not ready for tomorrow.
I confess:
I hold secrets when they should be told.
I don't trust even those I love.
I am the glue that holds my family together.
I don't want to be.
I confess:
I'm ready for something to begin.
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Unexplored glimmering in the rough How does a diamond hide?
-Pixie-
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