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Yep. Another something that I can't put elsewhere.

Submitted:Jun 13, 2010    Reads: 49    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Sundays like this are what makes me turn into the shell of who I truly am.
Time goes slower yet life flies by me as I sit in my house and feel sorry for something that should be no real issue.
You come and leave but not by your choice.
Just a little longer, I tell myself.
My brain makes sense of the phrase but my heart asks me, what does that mean?
Why does that apply to me, it wants to know.
Some call it obsession while others call it love, yet there is another group that says they are one in the same.


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