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November 4, 2011
I can see it in his eyes--the giving up, the nothing matters, the return to base instinct. When you can't see the future, what does it matter what you do with the present? He hasn't been ok for a while. Six months, maybe more. My fault? Or was it always going to happen, with or without my influence?

You are the dealer in my life. What you lay down in front of me decides whether my hand is good or bad. But the dealer is blind, and you have no control over the cards, do you?

Open your eyes.