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Aug 2015
I am tired of dragging the weight of the past with me
As if these memories were shackled to my feet.
I’m a prisoner in my mind.
I have a life sentence- there to suffer until the end of time.
You are the warden, refusing to let me escape.
I keep making the same mistake,
I must be insane.
In solitary confinement I stay,
My execution I await.
Love is the strongest thing in the world. It can give you strength or it can shatter the foundation of your world.

Insanity is doing the same thing over and expecting different results.
Diagnose me with insanity,
Because I keep falling in love,
I expect you to be different than the last,
But the result will always be the same…
Heather Anderson
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Heather Anderson  27/F/Chicago
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   WNG, its gonna make sense, --- and ryn
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