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February 14, 2012
I will finish. I will. I know I made this promise in December, but this time I mean it. I have to finish. I have to prove to myself that I still can. I have to leave these final etchings in a place that they might someday be found. When will I get a chance to write again? Will I still want to? Will I still feel the need?

I am afraid love will change me. I am afraid I will be made new. I am afraid I will be forced to leave behind the things that never really mattered.