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I've been meaning to say... But that's old history To which nobody is interested in listening.

Memento. Token of your affection hidden away in a secret place where I can draw it out and, Remember. I was loved. What memories I have back where we begin.

That is all.

I am afraid tomorrow will be dreadful.

Guess I'll go sleep now.

I found an old journal today and read through it again.   "To shake you. Yes. That describes it exactly.  I want to rattle you so you aren't so secure in your solidarity.  So that you want to come out and face reality. I want you to play. I want you to be happy. Even if I have to let you go, I want to open the door in your soul so you don't take it all so seriously. Life is for living. Right now you are hiding. Running. Avoiding. There's life out here. Come play." ?what in the world was I thinking? I wish I knew exactly who I was talking to back then.

It's no use to Leave unsaid. I can't even Try.  Because life is important Every day.  More is Added. Until you Are stirred.  When self-focused World view - shattered. You can't hope To see. There is more here