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13 february 2000 |
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he came to me in his moment of darkness, and i wanted to wipe away his tears. but all i could give him were my words. words that sounded trited and insincere. words that had no experience. words that seemed empty and meaningless.
i clicked send and wished he saw something in them, at least a tiny glimmer of hope.
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inspired: lorrie moore, author of self-help and birds of america, which i'm reading and enjoying right now.
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