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It no longer hurts to think about you - about our lives becoming disentangled I used to think you were "The One," with whom I would grow old, start a family I didn't know myself, then - didn't know how I react to pain, to hardship I had suffered before, more than some see in their whole lives, and yet less than others see in a minute of tear-stricken grief or in their last moments I had suffered before, yes but I never knew how I handled it, never saw how I pushed people away, insisting it was this or that, but never me Now I see myself, not perfectly but well enough to know why we ended that way It no longer hurts to think about you, but sometimes I wonder what you're doing
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC
Sometimes
It no longer hurts to think about you - about our lives becoming disentangled I used to think you were "The One," with whom I would grow old, start a family I didn't know myself, then - didn't know how I react to pain, to hardship I had suffered before, more than some see in their whole lives, and yet less than others see in a minute of tear-stricken grief or in their last moments I had suffered before, yes but I never knew how I handled it, never saw how I pushed people away, insisting it was this or that, but never me Now I see myself, not perfectly but well enough to know why we ended that way It no longer hurts to think about you, but sometimes I wonder what you're doing
josh-taylor
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC
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