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|Infelicitous: 09/03/2004 - 11:41 AM |
by dozens of near-dialings. Every awkward silence is me biting my tongue. Every word written is weighed, measured, turn-head-and-cough checked before being published. I make efforts with tentative steps as I don't move as others do with their surety in moments of social contact. I've failed to learn how to reach out without stumbling. |
Job Opening, Likely Temp Work - 11/30/2005 Damn It - 10/08/2005 True Words For Too Many - 10/07/2005 A Drop of Golden Sun - 10/07/2005 Fraud - 10/01/2005 |