The risk
Writing anything
now would only encourage
writing anything…
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This entry was posted on January 23, 2011 at 11:10 am and is filed under Addiction, dead girl, final draft, Just sayin'..., Living/Dead Girl, Old Fears, poem, poetry, Random 'ME' with tags 1st draft, found word poetry, mental illness, poem, poetry, self deprecating humor. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.