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not anymorenothing i could dowas ever good enough foryou, but what i wasdoing wasn't wrong.who needs friends that make you feellike crap anyway?
i'm too optimistic latelythe world is uglyand broken and cold, but ido not think that thereis anything thatcould ever feel happieror more beautiful.
fatal flawi'm a glutton forheartache and boys that are notany good for me.
Fingerprints and FootprintsWithin the day, he'sa girl or a boy. It's beentwenty-one days now,and already hehas everything he'll needto think and to feel.Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Anultrasound can't see him yet,but his heart mirrorsyours, an echo softbut strong. He's connected toyou by a frail pieceof string, his onlylifeline to your world. Two anda half months in, counthis fingers and histoes, see his ears and his nose.Those tiny littlefingers now have printsto distinguish him from anyother in the world.Individualin his own right now, but notyet quite an inch long.He's almost readyto open his eyes. And nowyou realize, there'ssomething moving there.He's leaving footprints on yourheart though so far hehas tread so softly.Not yet two inches long, andalready your world.