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The problem with searching for cause
is that not everything was bad.
When I say that I want to be
understood, I forget that he did.
When I say I want acceptance, I
forget that he gave it.
When I say I want a world our own,
I forget that we lived there.
But when I write this I remember
that the world was in our
computers,
that he didn't like my skirt
and that I could not explain myself
to my own satisfaction.
Until now, when I find cause.

~October 7, 2010