August 27, 2006 / 10:09 p.m.

I used to write lines on napkins and in notebooks, on walls in bathrooms, and seats on the subway. The lines I wrote were etched in my heart, and written by my hands. They were things I felt, and things I believed in.

I'm not sure what I feel these days
and there's not much I believe in.

I swear I'm hanging on.

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