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June 17, 2004
What is it about life that ties you up, ties you down? Remember sitting in the back row, my notebook a mess. Remember loving someone and loving no one. Incidents at the time so bleak, and so blah, blah. What the hell are you talking about anyway, and who cares? Everyone has incidents, will have incidents, and they'll wear them well, like old soldiers. Some will talk about them. Some will keep secrets and some will brush them away like they're specks of nothing, and others will treat them like gold and carry them all the days of their lives.