msjessica's Diaryland Diary

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my memory is playing tricks and my thoughts are so easily lead lately.

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talking tonight about mornings in sydney when i would wake up with the blinds closed and hear the cars driving on the wet road outside.

i am straight back there.

that big red wall in that house that was really our home. something we really tried to make ours.

it seems the longer i am here, the more clearly i remember some things.

i can remember the terrible brown carpet, the wooden banister for the stairs, the window at the bottom that we would leave open for the cat and where eventually we would awake to see our little puppy watching us and waiting to be let in.

i have to make sure i also remember the cold and terrible words that got spoken, those cold nights when i would sleep down on the couch, away from our bed. the ball of hurt and dread that would sit in my stomach sometimes.

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7:55 p.m. - 2012-05-07

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