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leesah-likes

(a memoir)

#09

2007-04-05

lack

I don’t know what to write, and it’s killing me.

The words are strained and restrained. I’m looking for them the way I search for utensils in dirty sink water, wiggling my fingers about and looking for something to grasp. Just some sort of idea, some emotion, to clutch.

I’m coming up short.

leesah-likes at 11:20 p.m.

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