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September 14, 2007
Poor little me (there, there), wandering lost as a cloud shoved about by strong winds and crashing into treetops and mountains, donít you feel for that scared little girl? Of course I do, and Iím not ashamed to admit it. Why should we have to be embarrassed if we love ourselves as children and that we sympathize and commiserate when they get crap thrown at them by their lives? Kids go through hell, and my little kid / I went through more than the norm. Of course I feel sad for her / me, and thatís not self-pity. Itís self-love.