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Battle Born in Let's create something beautiful and destroy it!

  • Nov. 25, 2014, 6:20 p.m.
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Everyday I fight a battle that I have been losing for along time. A battle in my own head and with my own body. There are days that I sit and sob and wish you were here to hug me so tight all the pieces squish back together just like you use to do. I’ve seen a million faces and met hundreds of people but no one compares to the best friend I have ever had.

So here I am almost to sick to walk a crossed the room with tears streaming down my face and I run to a blog that no one knows about and no one reads. Sometimes the world is cruel and lonely. Thousands of people but the only time I don’t feel so alone is when I talk to you. 3 thousand miles of shattered pieces of 2 broken hearts that know even though forever tangled they’ll never meet again.

promises are like hearts they’re meant to be broken.


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