September 2011
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I get it now
There are some feelings I could do without. Like the conflicting ache I get sometimes when I know it’s time to brush my teeth before bed. But I’m lazy and I want to sleep with my dirty mouth.
Then I struggle. And the war between logic and emotion begins. And I lose. But I win. Because I drag myself to the sink to meet my unnerving reflection. I squeeze out the last bit of doughy...
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