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coming out of the tall grass
Please knock on my little grey door.
Sunday, July 27, 2003
I feel like I'm a teenager again. Restless and rebellious and jumpy and anxious and alone and afraid and lost and heartachey and all for no particular reason. Surely one shouldn't go through adolescence twice, when once was quite enough?
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