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on 2012-06-29 @ 11:37 a.m.

Yesterday in my room, growing darker by the minute, I grasped onto the back of your shirt, theatrically wailing out my sadness, my bitterness, that you couldn't see what I could. Between my loud sobs, I told you every single good thing you couldn't see, and momentarily I moved you. Momentarily, even if you didn't see it, you wanted to see it, and that was enough for me.

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