Distance is like a medicine for the emotions and the soul. I fled NYC when things did not work out with someone I loved. I could not stay because each edifice held memories; Central Park west, the Met, even the god damn pizza assaulted me treasonous recollections. Now I'm in a place where I can't run. I have to stay here for another year at least. I need to go but cannot, can anyone relate? What should I do? Honestly, Its fu*&^# killing me?
2006-08-05
12:55:13
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Aspen R
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