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There is an inner beauty about a woman who believes in herself, who knows she is capable of anything that she puts her mind to. There is a beauty in the strength and determination of a woman who follows her own path, who isn't thrown off by obstacles along the way. There is a beauty about a woman whose confidence comes from experiences; who knows she can fall, pick herself up, and move on

there is those many feeling many thoughts purging out as the hurricane that strike haiti with no warning neither signal. it feels there is a sudden rush "snap" there goes my soul.
walking every day day after another with no direction, unsettled thought, unsettled feeling perhaps im dead, no im more likely to be a zombie. a walking zombie with nothing but empty tiny puney brain. what should i do? where should i go? its about me, myself , my life.

bipolar? perhaps i had a slight these here and there. wrong mind, mentally unsound somehow.
or perhaps keeping so much,feeling so much,watching so much making me think
":fuck i wish i know nothing:"