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Apr 2015
Because enough is enough. If he is for me then we will find a way past this but I did it. And I do not feel happy nor sad, just numb. And I am well aware that tomorrow it will hurt more than ever. It will be splinters on my chest, iceless in every breath I take, and sting on my eyes for every blink I may take.
Nely
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Nely  New York
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