Chipped. Part. Damaged.
Between the worlds, taken off.
A bloom is frozen.
Thoughts:Be where I am . . . .
But I don't want to be where I am. It's painful. I don't like it.
So my job is to find a way to deal with it, rather than give in to the temptation to run from it, to escape.
Today's Meditation:Today's Music:
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