July 8, 2002 - Florida
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I’m afraid these words are beginning to feel too real,
the commas are forgetting to separate.
I’m afraid my mind is stuck in that place,
far from where I’m going,
close to where I hate.
I’m afraid that I’m becoming the very stories I write to erase.
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