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Nothing of Consequence

  • Jayne Balke
  • Jul 9, 2016
  • 1 min read

This is one of those moments where I know if I don't write something - ANYTHING - I will go mad.

I feel.... weird. Incomplete somehow. Like the pieces of my soul are scattered. Flung about like jigsaw pieces and I am unable to recognise what they should form.

How is it that we can have so many wonderful things in our lives, and yet feel unbearably sad?

I'm typing this and I'm in tears. I don't even know what to say next.

 
 
 

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