good night, goodnight.
reading more about bpd is like reading a familiar recurrent story just in a different way. there is a funny feeling of recognition as i read the words.
time to sleep... good night good night good night. nah, doesn't sound any different saying it lots of times.
i feel like a broken clock... more like a broken record stuck in repeat play.
i realize i put too much postage on a letter today. that's kinda silly.
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Marilyn
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