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Feb 2014
Call me pathetic as I cry on the bathroom floor clutching your t-shirt and screaming to God with piercing words
Please give me strength

Call me a mess because my hands are shaking as I write this and I'm not sure where it will end up

And say I am weak because I'm not sure how I am going to make it through tomorrow without you

But never say I am a coward. I set my beating flesh and blood heart in your hands fully understanding that this may happen.

I still have some blood in my veins and the stabbing pain in my heart will heal one day.
Teresa Kay Dockery
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Teresa Kay Dockery  Ohio
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