Again, I am but uncertain, and clueless as to what phase I'm in. It's been a space shuttle ride- crazy fast, upside-down, head-banging and wit-vanishing. I no longer weep at night. I smile at myself sometimes. I'd like to think I'm fine. I'd like to believe it's okay. But at the end of every light, every whisper of goodnight and the far promise of tomorrow's sight, I know, and I feel that it's not Okay..
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