Posted by Zo on April 8, 2002, at 5:09:10
In reply to this is long, no answers, nothin, posted by trouble on April 8, 2002, at 3:32:13
Money problems and being sick. And being that young. Christ. Not even old enough to know that it passes, and comes around again, and even when you think there is no resilience to the soul, there really still is. The right meds are like love. They make us feel more kindly towards ourselves by remanufacturing something broken in the brain. The death of someone twenty-four is senseless--yet I've never thought quite so clearly how
*unmediated* must be the pain. How raw.I hope we learn more. Somewhere to send a card.
Love,
Zo
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