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I spend most of my time dwelling in the past. Memories of her haunt me reminding me of what I had. Wanting them to stop and go away but the pain always seems to stay. I'm loosing sight and keep going adrift and find myself caught In the drift.
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
Caught In The Drift
I spend most of my time dwelling in the past. Memories of her haunt me reminding me of what I had. Wanting them to stop and go away but the pain always seems to stay. I'm loosing sight and keep going adrift and find myself caught In the drift.
Marcus E
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
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