Look at the time.
Was this my gift?
An insomnia and an uneasy stomach, taking the pains of my heart that refuses to go through this again. The fear of facing a "new year" not so happy, of facing a "new year" not so easy, of facing a "new year" with no love.
I'm sorry, my dear, it's not your choice. Wine and pillows on hand: Here we go.
Between a sob and another, there is always a break for breathing.
Wish ME a happy 2011.
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