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Apr 2015
It's not easy to recognize the exact moment that everything changed.
It may feel like you woke up one morning
Or
They said the wrong thing at the wrong time.
It's not always as simple and easy as we would like it to be.
I think if it was no one would want to love.

We chase the misery, pain, & unhappiness
But can't figure out why.

The ****** existence of what's left of something that was once beautiful is what we keep looking for.
We reminisce the beauty we once had.
We once held so close.

Maybe I'm the one who changed
Maybe your the one who didn't notice your inability to hold a conversation.

I'm not lost anymore, but I'm not found.
I'm not crying anymore, I can't cry anymore.
I lost hope in so much I once I believed so strongly in.
You want so much out of me & expect that I don't need anything at all.
Kendra Stocklin
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Kendra Stocklin
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