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Apr 2016
An empty hole has formed in my heart. I am torn to pieces with desire and anguish. To want something so bad and to know it doesn't want you, this is the epitome of irony. How long can I go on? What will ease the sense of loss? Perhaps a long journey, to a foreign land where I do not understand their tongue. Then I cannot be reminded of the loss I feel or hear the sound of her name. Alas, I must resolve to go on, knowing that I cannot attain the thing I most desire. I only pray that I do not see her in the arms of another, this would again wound my heart beyond repair. Though there are no physicals scars to show my injury. I feel the pain down to my core. I ask heaven the question that I cannot answer, why does love hurt so much?
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
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