Sometimes I just wish someone would hold me and tell me it would all be ok. But I know that isn't true.. and i'd
probably be upset at them for lying.. What is reality.. is it really what we make of it.. Someone told me I dwell too much.. they
are right.. let me just get through today.. sometimes it's painful to talk to you.. because i remember the parts that made me smile..
but it becomes painful when i realize that it can never be mine..

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