The one non emotional confident I tell all of my differences to, all of my solitudes and solace to, all of my biblical pain to, has grown a set of emotions of their own....my sneakers
Now what is a girl to do? They seem to answer me back, reason me out, place footing of their own needed choosing before me, methodically work me in the direction they want me to go.....they have become rude and abrupt, passionate and endearing, happy and sad, contrived and misconducted, simple and complicated, nurtured and grieving, panicked and pained, and all with my feet stuck inside of them with an Elmer's glue type of grip. The friction of it all has given risen to blisters!
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