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November 7, 2007
She is my appendix. Wanted, to be whole, but not needed. Known, but not felt until itís bursting with the poison she sets forth. Cut her out and itíll hurt momentarily, as the scar heals, and then nothing. I shall feel nothing. I feel nothing. The feeling of wholeness will find me again. The appendix will not grow back, but other organs shall, perchance, pick up the slack. In the meantime, I am home. At home and with peace: taken care of in every way I never realized I truly needed. Iíll never let a useless organ lead the way.