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Imagine losing it with your loved one
and the one you love and your snow globe collection shattered in shards scattered all over the floor; you just lying there spread eagle in a pool of blood, staring up at the ceiling thoughtful reflecting with ballerina and groom and whole extended family of twisted torn tchotckes your sentimental and bittersweet memories wondering if this is what it means to hit rock-bottom and maybe psychosomatic maybe not, begin to feel better and start to naturally pick yourself up off the floor, as expecting the dishwasher repair guy somewhere between 9-12, pulling pieces of glass out of your skin she loves me, she loves me not be the symptoms be the erratic swing of emotions be the hymns and the hers somewhere between virtue and sin which all kind of feels on the exact same continuum and doesn't make much of a difference
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