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Sep 2019
Big. They cost me my sleep –
restless nights bedeviled about your
indifference. They cost me my health –
turning to the bottle for help. They cost me

my inner peace. I’m at war with myself. But
most of all they cost me my faith in human
ambiance.  I can no longer rely on what is. Ruminating
how does someone give you so much love,

make so many promises and then
retract everything. And that cost me with
having future relationships. There’s a wall up
now ten feet tall. And I hide behind it every day.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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