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Ripped jeans, And beneath: torn ligaments Fractures, bruises, scratches. The pain, is no longer prevailing. Such a thought to think you can't think of anything worse. Such a situation to be in. Standing, leaning, slumping. Collapsing, wallowing, lying. Cold coffee, Still warmer than your heart that has grown colder than the Arctic in the winter. One of these days, we shall look back and laugh. Tears joyously trickling down our cheek. We'll wipe them aside and resume our stories of which are filled with sorrow, yet shine brighter than ever.
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
Look back and laugh
Ripped jeans, And beneath: torn ligaments Fractures, bruises, scratches. The pain, is no longer prevailing. Such a thought to think you can't think of anything worse. Such a situation to be in. Standing, leaning, slumping. Collapsing, wallowing, lying. Cold coffee, Still warmer than your heart that has grown colder than the Arctic in the winter. One of these days, we shall look back and laugh. Tears joyously trickling down our cheek. We'll wipe them aside and resume our stories of which are filled with sorrow, yet shine brighter than ever.
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
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