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Quiet times

by philip-shepherd

It's the quiet times, They're the worst, I feel I'm going into reverse. Keeping busy, though it seems, stops me feeling extreme. But when that moment comes along, it's like an emotional marathon. It's my feelings I have restrained, their now uncontrollably rampant. I gave you my heart, I gave you my soul, I have nothing to console. You said you loved me and that I was the one, we quarrelled and I was gone. So how many times can it end this way, before one of us has to 'call it a day'. I wanted to marry you, it is true, but destroying each other is a major issue. I love you so deeply, 'I can't put it into words, we can't live with and without one another, It's absurd!
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Apr 8, 2016
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