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The Swinging Pendulum Sometimes it's hard to remember why I bothered getting out of bed in the morning to face the day because the people I care about return my affections by continually unloading rounds in my face. Sometimes it's hard to fathom how I could ever feel sorry myself because I am so lucky to have so many intelligent, unwaveringly loving and loyal people in my life, whom I could never dream of deserving. In general, both ends of the spectrum are experienced every day, to varying degrees. Today, each end went to the extreme.scribbled mystickeeper at 11:23 PM  
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