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Recovery What torture will I keep that will transform the way I think? I worry about so many things. Words can haunt me. I am too gentle. Can I make it seem like make-believe? The words that are spoken in confidence, will I be able to distinguish my own disgusts? I worry about so many things. I do not want to lose myself. On the path of recovery. 11/21/08 Michelle Klear
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