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Not Today

I'm tired of constantly having to scrape myself off the floor. The battles I've won have left permanent damage. I wear my war wounds very well. My heart is lonely, it's also a little cold. The struggle is the fact that I'm not promised tomorrow. I'm still waiting to pen my love story. It kills me to have this hole in my heart. You took that piece that's missing. You thief, my eyes were blind to you, just another lesson learned about life's misery. One day love will be back in my life. That day just isn't today

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Date: 2/6/2014 3:13:00 PM
Again! I adore the way you express the monstrosity that so many of us have faced. When true love is found all loneliness will be lost and only seem but just a speck of dust compared.
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