you don't really care about the trials of tomorrow.

"I'm the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Just like the Cheshire cat, someday I will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phony, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant. I am the girl you see in the photograph from some party someplace or some picnic in the park, the one who is in fact soon to be gone. When you look at the picture again, I want to assure you, I will no longer be there. I will be erased from history, like a traitor in the Soviet Union. Because with every day that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible."

- Elizabeth Wurtzel

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Plop. Plop.

Throw that stone.

Watch the ripples.

Heave that sigh of relief.

Let it all go.

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The only way to get over it

is to get over it.

Need there be a structure,

a construct,

words of advice,

or just simply silence?

Perhaps all it took was a first step.

The first step to what?

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The first step to throwing the stone, watching the ripples, heaving that sigh of relief, and letting it all go.

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M.

rather lay awake in a bed full of sorrows.