I tried to save it. I did. It took the most anger and hurt and love I had ever felt in my life to get me to write those 152 pages and because I had no time, because the damn memory stick wouldn't work with me, because I couldn't find a CD, because my heart was kinda' aching, because I was 5 minutes away from a goodbye, I had no choice but to erase it or risk being exposed and just like that it is now gone.
I feel like I killed something inside me.
I didn't erase enough though. The pictures are all still there...
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If I lost 152 pages of what I wrote, I'd probably kill myself. Not that I'm making suggestions, mind you. As it is, I protect my work by making backups on CD's and storing copies on my iPod and web server.
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