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Dec 2017
"Smile" he tells me.
I do.
Especially around him.
After spending so much time with narcissists.
It's kinda new.
To laugh.
He grabs my feet and tickles them til I'm laughing so hard that im almost screaming.
I amΒ Β more peaceful and have such a good time dreaming.
But ..yessss.Β Β A but.
He will move on some day.
He has told me he will not stay.
He has big goals and plans that do not include me.
I will enjoy the moments he gives me.
The way I feel so free.
How I can just be me...
Although the tears sort of fall.
Im still having a ball.
Angela Baerthel
Written by
Angela Baerthel  40/F/Everywhere
       Dead Rose One, Mark D Jones and Anjelica
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