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beelikejI was reading the final chapter of Stephen Fry's The Ode Less Travelled on the bus and was struck by two words. I'm sure they were not meant to have such an impact. It was merely a list of things to think about when writing poetry and that's not even something I'm considering. But they hit me hard for personal reasons I wasn't aware of. Tears stung my eyes and I now have a knot in my stomach that's growing by the second. I have to (and want to and need to) focus on work, so I hope I can ignore this feeling until the end of the day.
FORGIVE YOURSELF
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FORGIVE YOURSELF
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