That message you just sent to me,
was it even meant for me?
i know I overthink relentlessly
some things i just cannot let be
you said that you're going where?
with fresh cologne and styled hair?
Who's all going, will she be there?
i'm sorry i don't think it's fair.
You okay, are you upset?
a problem that we'll soon forget?
it's her isn't it, it's her i bet.
i'd hate to do something we'd both regret.
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Author:
Brittany Jo (
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I remember (believe it or not...) that feeling which pervaded the years and years of my youth. Painful - not on stable ground.
No advice to give. Just to say that life is full of other phenomena , complexities worthy of your attention. Inside you there's the ability to go out and grab it, I'm sure.
Take it easy, Dave
A beautiful read of Passions, fragility and brittle exchanges that anyone with a heart can acknowledge and own. Thanks Brittany.
J
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