This is supposed to be a recipe for success:
This is supposed to be what you get when a door closes:
This is how I'm feeling:
This is what I hope is true:
This is what I'm allowed to say about it:
I loved my job more than any work I've ever done in my life, and I was really good at it. That's not always enough, though. Sometimes that' not what it's about at all.
The door slammed shut behind me. There's no going back.
I'm on the lookout for an open window. Let me know if you hear of any that might be meant for me.
I'm sorry to hear you're having troubles. All I can say is that you are not alone. Does that mean anything?
I'm sorry if you're having troubles, too. It's been such a sad world of late...
lady...take the time to feel it all.
it won't be bad for too much longer. i promise.
Oh, sweet Susan, hang in there. I'm sending you love!
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