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Thursday, September 11, 2008
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
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15 comments:
Thank you. This was exactly what I needed to hear tonight.
I second that.
I believe you really did write this for me...
debs :)
really? they do?
I swear on everything I hold holy.
i really should have come to check this place out. if only he loves me as much as i love him now.
thank you. i miss them so much every day. i hope my mother misses me as much as i miss her, and i hope she's happy whereever she is
I seriously doubt that she misses me more...
i MISS you!
i LOVE you!
i GOT you!
And...
i WEEP* for you too!
i know that he doesn't. and with that knowledge, i am facing the truth. and i am beginning to heal.
Then why am I, at sixteen, the one who calls them. Then why don't they call to find out if I'm okay, when they know that I'm being poisoned by the cruelest abuse of all, the kind that strikes the heart. Then why am I so damn alone. Do you really believe they miss me nearly much as I miss them. I miss my father, I miss my grandmother, my brother. I miss my life before the sadness crept in and set up permanent residence in my heart and soul. I miss caring about the little things. I missed out on being young.
No they don't, but that's okay too.
No they don't, but that's alright too.
Haha. That's difficult to believe.
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