re-reading emails
prowling the web for blogs
tumblr posts, clues, insights
masochistically expecting to re-open old wounds,
only maybe to find
peace of mind.
finally?
---
shes not perfect.
neither are you.
but yet she has accepted you for who you are.
this life is meant for beauty
poetry
happy, and full of love
congrats, lad. I think youve finally moved on. breathe in. there is a smell of peace and tap water in the air.
allow your own mistakes. breathe out. time to soldier on.
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this time 2 months from now.
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