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Jun 2017
Something  doesn't seem right..  Maybe im hopeless..  Oh well goodnight.   Miserable  intensely to the point you wish you never felt. My problem is what surrounds me drowns Me. Maybe the person I met than doesn't quite exist there now.   Here in the moment when im looking..  In your heart.   Looking to see if there quite any parts to put together.  Bu im afraid not.  Is is worth it. Or to turn an let what really means everything any literature  or   emotion can Stand for fade with the rest. From the start we stray from the heart but when you find you way back it to late with everything torn apart.  Honesty these days drag on..  They say its a new begining but where do we pick of from were we left off...  Honestly I know should be equal blame an mutual understanding  but doesn't seem like you nor anyone of the sort understands truly from within what it means to be without.   Rebuild to destroy..  Heal what it may..  But honestly if this is what your feel comfortable with.  Than acceptance will be my absence.  I just believed everything you said an I guess its all in my head. -marty
Marty T Ottman
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Marty T Ottman  Wausau Wisconsin
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