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Just Di

Monday, February 11
my heart bleeds for you...
What doesn't kill us, is supposed to make us stronger.
If so, why am I so goddamn weak?
Why can't I heal this pain inside me, why can't I let!
Why can't I get over this?
Why can't I get through one day without thinking. Without seem
the numbers on my clock during the 3 o'clock hour?
I even see it in claim numbers and phone numbers.
I remember everything and go over bits and pieces.
I think about how things should have been so much different.
I guess I learned a lot more lessons than I ever thought I could.
I saw you in a stranger. I saw you riding down the highway.
My heart is so heavy in my chest when it's all said and done.
I think of what could have beens and it kills me how young
and stupid I really was. How shameful. I felt so intitled.
I read too many 100 page Harliquin novels.
I miss you more everyday. I can still see you when I close my eyes.
I dream of you, some good, some bad. But I can't make it stop,
and part of me never wants to forget.
I realize you never appreciate what you had for good or bad
until it's so frozen there's nothing you can do to thaw the ice.
It's sad, really... Life's choices, free well, no choice...
What can I say, sometimes lives aren't meant to be happy.
Sometimes there are other reasons a persons on earth.
Guess well find out in the end, huh.

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