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~ Autobiography in Five Short Chapters ~
I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost ...I am hopeless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out.
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I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I'm in the same place. But, it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. |
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I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall it... it is a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately. |
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I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it. |
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I WALK DOWN ANOTHER STREET! |
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~ Home ~ |
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