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Questions Asked Not Answered

Why do we pretend to care? What's the point in trying to keep a false peace? A fake of what my true feelings on the matter are. Never to be shown, lest the pain uproot the remaining sanity. Bottling your feelings is better than letting them spray about. Soaking the walls of social circles and causing a scene. Satisfaction granted that I cannot give. I cannot continue to bleed for the cause. The lightheaded feeling from loss of the blood is repressing my ability to think clearly.

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Date: 3/10/2016 12:15:00 AM
so much to ponder on... love it. LINDA
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