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Alone
3 am. I sit here, awake, undreaming. Tears fill my eyes. Pain fills my heart.
The one person I would talk to this time of morning. I cant. She has hurt me.
She causes this heart piercing pain. It is times like these. The quiet seclusion, time to think, when I think of her. I wish I could I stop, move on. I find it so difficult. She doesn't, so I must except the hand I dealt myself. If only she knew how easy it would be to mend the damage done. Maybe she does and thats why she doesn't. I have lived in an fantasy, a fairytale. Its now time for reality,such as it is. I am sure the heartache will cease, it has gotten easier. I will soon forget. Hopefully. As I sit alone.
The one person I would talk to this time of morning. I cant. She has hurt me.
She causes this heart piercing pain. It is times like these. The quiet seclusion, time to think, when I think of her. I wish I could I stop, move on. I find it so difficult. She doesn't, so I must except the hand I dealt myself. If only she knew how easy it would be to mend the damage done. Maybe she does and thats why she doesn't. I have lived in an fantasy, a fairytale. Its now time for reality,such as it is. I am sure the heartache will cease, it has gotten easier. I will soon forget. Hopefully. As I sit alone.
Published 8th Jun 2011
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