Wednesday, March 2, 2011

I walked everywhere we used to walk and did all the things we used to do, without you. It shouldn't matter, because nothing ever did, but now it just seems too. I am tears and tired lines. Broken fragments of the past are wedged into my heart. I don't remember who I am and it's so hard to not be boring once you have become it. I don't even think I know you.

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