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Sep 2016
½* a love is not a ¼th as rewarding,
though its heartache lasts twice as long.
One day you're believing in soul mates,
the next its like every sad song.

Don't believe her
when she says she'll leave him,
if you could *just
... be there...  for her...  right now...
It's not just that she can't.
It's not just that she won't.
It's that she doesn't even want to know how.
about a lost love that should never have been.
Rustle McBride
Written by
Rustle McBride  Delaware
(Delaware)   
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