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all I find are souvenirs of better times

Just yesterday I thought to myself that I was doing so much better than this time last year. Not crying so much. Not fighting. Not feeling so down. And then last night as the cool air settled around us, I felt heavy inside and Iím hoping itís just the moment, the mood...and not the season, not the way things will be.
Things are better than they were this time last year -- right? It wasnít cancer. Iím in my last semester. The spouse and I have made it past the five year mark. All my debt is paid off and weíre saving money towards a house at an alarming rate.
All things good...and yet...sometimes you just canít shake the sadness.

Maybe I just need to do some fall-type things: make a soup, carve a pumpkin, eat candy corn, bake apple spice cookies ... yes, I think all of these things are in order ...

11:26 am - 09.29.04

sounds: Ri1o Ki1ey
words: Bess1e Head
i am: trying to shake the sadness

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