I keep trying to write here, but it's too painful to do.
I don't know what to do without her. I want to be with her, inside her... physically, emotionally.
I am broken and defeated. I find little that matters anymore. I can't write abut this. Don't know if I ever will.
I don't know what to do without her. I want to be with her, inside her... physically, emotionally.
I am broken and defeated. I find little that matters anymore. I can't write abut this. Don't know if I ever will.
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It takes more than one experience to make a life or to define a life.
something will move you.
then someone.
I wish I believed that.
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