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Aug 2015
When it's there, it's there.

Firey passion
Intense love
All of it.

It's there.

But when it's not there, it's gone.

Cute mannerisms become annoying habits

Awkward silences and nothing to say become a norm

You feel lost an empty around a person who used to make you feel whole and complete.

You begin to watch your steps, bite your tongue, and hold you breath because you Never know if it's going to be a good day or a bad one.

All you can do is hope for a good day.
shannon stambaugh
Written by
shannon stambaugh  ohio
(ohio)   
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