tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75941822011-08-28T13:17:47.716-07:00A story of long term abuse through a series of flashes of memories and observations about life. WARNING: Contents are at times raw, dark, disturbing, and depressing.Lisanoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594182.post-1089501521737421412004-07-10T16:14:00.000-07:002004-07-10T16:18:41.736-07:00Probably not. But you've seen me. <br /> <br />I'm the woman behind you in the express lane. I'm the girl in the corner at Barnes and Noble. I'm the teenager standing in line at the drivers' licensing office. I'm so many people. And who really knows me anyway? <br /> <br />I was a child once. But I feel as if I've always been an adult -inside. I known too much and I know so little. Sometimes it would be so much easier if I could just erase a few memories. An odd year here or there. But there are so many tiny little nuggets of happiness and knowledge that would be lost.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7594182-108950152173742141?l=canitbetrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com9