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Dec 2014
MY THOUGHTS HIT MY LIKE A DOWN POUR. EVERYDAY IS DARK GRAY. NOT A SLIVER OF LIGHT. MY HEART FEELS AS IF IT’S SNOW.  LIGHT, SOFT, COLD TO THE TOUCH, BUT IF IT’S HELD TOO LONG IT WILL MELT THROUGH THE CRACKS OF YOUR FINGERS. ONE DAY IT’S THERE, BRIGHT AS DAY, AND THEN THE NEXT IT DISAPPEARED.

YOU TURNED MY HEART INTO ICE. IT WAS CLEAR AND FLOWING NICELY. IT WAS SUPPORTING LIFE. YOU CAME AND FROZE IT WITH YOUR ICY TOUCH I MISTOOK FOR LOVE. YOU BROKE ME.
people are tired of hearing about my problems, so it's better i stop talking.
B M
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B M
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   Frank Ruland
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