Tuesday, March 31, 2009
All this time
I've held it all inside. All the I miss yous all the I still love yous. I can't get a moment of peace with him here. I just want to think about this. Sometimes it's like watching the time, even when I know it may never come I don't have to loose hope. I hold on. While by mind keeps speaking I keep rowing. Now it's time to talk.
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