Isn’t it funny (in the Alanis Morissette Ironic way) how a single picture can take you back to a weekend, the was triggered by a weekend before? How your memories transport you back to those days, when the hurt was raw and angry. When the scars weren’t scars but were newly formed cuts, born from
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Friday is my high school homecoming. Sam and I are going to the game. From what I have seen on Facebook, there will be a lot of people there that we went to school with. People I haven’t seen in over 20 years. I’m really super excited to go.
This homecoming is the exact opposite
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The Story of how I met The Man Who Colors
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When I hit rock bottom, I lost almost every one and every thing in my life. Some people it was easy to let go, others I want back, and I am having to rebuild those relationships.
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