cry of pain
2004-07-10 ~ 6:00 p.m.

just a tiny sliver barely any blood on my shirt and no kwik-stop.

but oh! sound of pain. and i hate this part.

i need a second person for this part.

i cringe and i cringe and i can't stop myself.

and everything is fine. except i keep hearing that little helpless yelp and i am nowhere near done and the others are terrified.

in the very act of mothering their pain becomes yours in a manner of sorts.

jazz is fine...but this is how it feels for me right now.

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