tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186930289760870447.post7213718608540263381..comments2023-05-18T03:00:50.326-07:00Comments on Poetry of Flesh: Poetry of Fleshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00871932715491205605noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186930289760870447.post-7437479176794286732010-05-06T00:09:11.709-07:002010-05-06T00:09:11.709-07:00Angela,
That's very much like what the dreams...Angela,<br /><br />That's very much like what the dreams have been. Random situations where he totally denies any emotions, any memories of me. I'm worthless to him, he deserts me.<br /><br />Aldonza,<br /><br />I know. Wish that there was some Kumbaya circle I could join. Sing and feel better.<br /><br />Thanks for talking to me earlier today. Mellowed me out. :)Poetry of Fleshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00871932715491205605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186930289760870447.post-59626120555987826912010-05-05T07:26:06.973-07:002010-05-05T07:26:06.973-07:00You are so not alone in humanity for feeling that ...You are so not alone in humanity for feeling that way.Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12445558988316054957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186930289760870447.post-17834918558564596222010-05-04T09:17:16.496-07:002010-05-04T09:17:16.496-07:00Ouch. I know how that goes. <3
One that sticks...Ouch. I know how that goes. <3 <br />One that sticks out in my mind, was one that had someone simply leaving - the emptiness I felt (other than the feeling of a bowling ball being lodged in the lower part of my chest), was the worst.Angelanoreply@blogger.com