Betta Tryptophan
Jul 21, 2017 · 1 min read

You have this poetic sense, your words evoke a quiet purgatory and they really illustrate the beauty of it, perhaps something that draws you? I am glad you wrote today, and gave us these words, and your thoughts. Know that many of us have been in this place, not in the same spot but perhaps on an adjoining cliff, in a copse of woods, sitting on a rock, thinking thoughts somewhat like the ones you’ve written. It is this commonality that allows me to feel at least the tinge of pain in harmony with yours. I hope you’ll find the path you need; your words are a sad music, but I love that music. Thanks for being here! Sit awhile on the rock and just breathe it in…

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    Betta Tryptophan

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    Blue-haired middle-aged lady with a tendency to say socially and politically incorrect things and to make inappropriate jokes. Awkward and (sort of) proud of it

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