� I love me, I love me not. � 2006-06-20 � 10:31 p.m. �

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I feel...

I don't feel.

I'm a daisy with her petals torn off... waiting for lips to blow me across the field.

To be a girl. To be whole. To never have my phone ring. To never feel the past bite my lobe...

I struggle for identity. And for my whole life, I have.

My mother asked if I miss her...

I don't just miss her, Mum... I miss me.

Let the wind take me...

I need a holiday... a small one...and I think I'm going to take one.

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