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December 8, 2003
It does no good to look back and try to figure out why you said what you said or did what you did. It happened, it passed, and it cannot be changed, so why fret about it? Why waste the tears, the energy, the time?

If only I could set aside my worry. My tears, my energy, my time. Drop it. Forget about it. Laugh about it and make it all go away. Kiss my knee and heal the scrape. But no. Instead I claw the wound open, make it bleed. Bring the knee up to my lips and drink.