Stuck with none of my own but the journals i write. I miss my poetry inspiration.
I feel as if I had just dug a hole through the earth and jumped. (i might as well have.) My love has left me and I am alone, I shall stand here on square one and hide from everything for the rest of my life. Maybe if I stay as one my heart will not come unmended. (AGAIN)
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Breathe....reboot...begin again. It's all you can do.
ive been in this positon many times, ive been a lone wonderer for a while so i can tell you after a while you do get used to it, but there re those moments where it does suck. Best wishes to you dear.
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