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Thursday, January 25th, 2001
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9:56 am - Letters
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This journal won't quite be a journal. When I first started writing in paper journals, the almost daily accounts turned into letters.. I wasn't really sure who I was writing to, and I know i never intended anyone to read them, but still, it gave me a sense of peace. The cliche: things you always wanted to tell someone, but never did. The need: to speak my mind, heart, and soul.
and so I shall... begin.
current mood: rejuvenated
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