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It's okay that I really don't want to do this blog today because everything is more messed up than okay.
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It's okay that I feel.
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It's okay that that image not only makes me laugh but is almost true.
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It's okay that my exciting plans for tonight may or may not include a bottle of wine and me dancing alone in the livingroom.
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It's okay that I would almost kill for a cupcake or M&M's and I haven't got any.
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It's okay that I think this may have been written about me.
What's okay with you?
Simply,
Laura
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