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When we first split up, 
he still remained my 
continuous connection 
to my heart which made me 
not stop running back to our past
when we met and fell in love.

I am not ready for tomorrow 
to come,as i didn't know 
how to be in this world
without him. 
I have to stop judging myself 
and him by those unreal standards
in which i made myself ill.

A sad beginning for me is to come
to an intellectual understanding,
that i was timid around him
because my father was a remote
and distant figure who never 
gave me any support and love needed
to tolerate myself in those
variety of afflictions in me,
like,complaint,ailment,
and misery. 

I will need imagination in dealing 
with these problems,like,
creativity,vision,inspirations, 
fascination and passion.

That will be a start 
to my way out of the problems 
of shame, which has been created
by me long ago, before we met.

Those were the reasons why
my dreams of remaining in love,
were actually being blown away
by the wind at that split second.

A door was ajar at the end 
of my passage when a face seemed
to stare at me from the mirror,
as i got closer it withdrew 
into darkness.
So was my love.

Terry.

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