spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
I have to wonder
Would he ever take me back
After all the heartache
All the pain
Everything that’s happened
Could we move beyond
The has-beens and was
Look beyond the current now
To a future possible
One where we forget what went before
And begin again
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Hope keeps us believing so, doesn’t it?
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I suppose. I don’t really have hope. Just thoughts. Questions.
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This was so beautiful, and relatable.
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Thank you.
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Perhaps being straightforward with the person might help?
Sit him down and talk to him about what went wrong, how you plan on getting it fixed and if there’s a Chana you both can work things out.
Don’t keep these thoughts to yourself cause you’ll surely regret it once it’s too late (Sadly, this advice was based on my current feelings). Good luck, sweety ❤
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Love finds ways
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Perhaps…
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