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Mar 2014
I lost a part of myself when I let you in. You took me over slowly and then all at once, the way waves do in a storm. It all starts calm. It's truly beautiful in the beginning, but the damage after the tempest is often left not completely repairable for years. They say time heals all wounds, but maybe all time does it help us forget how broken we really are.
Rose
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Rose  Small town.
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