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"Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me." I've come to realize that I can relate to books and written words more than I can my own peers. The things people make up make more sense to me. My parents keep on telling me, "Don't lose your sense of reality." But what if it's too late? My own make believe world seems to make more sense then anything else ever has.

I never knew that someone could break as much as I have, and still have enough okay parts to still be broken down. And after a while wouldn't you expect the tears to stop coming? When you've gone and cried over a billion tears in a matter of three months. I thought the numbness would have lasted longer. I figured that the pain would be easier to take as time passed. I guess I was wrong about everything. Everything including the way that you felt about me. My head kept telling my heart not to get attatched, that I was nothing more then a thing to pass the time by. But, my heart wouldn't allow me to listen. I fell. Fell harder then I had ever

I've been doing fine without you, really. . . Up until the nights got cold and everyone's here but you, baby. Seems like everyone's got someone to hold. The temperature's dropping and I've never really noticed how cold it can get. I've always had someone there to either preoccupy my thoughts or to physically keep me warm. At first, looking through all of our photographs wasn't so difficult. I felt nothing really. It was a blur of strung together memories that was short lived. I wasn't ready to get rid of you. I've never been as hurt as I was after you left for good. Our last kiss was so full of passion, but you were just saying goodbye.