If i had to explore, remember, hear you explain one more time i would.
Replay whatever our souls are made of by reliving the countless trials and regulations i see to this day.
To this day i wonder her and not me
What has she got that i long to be, i long to have
What have i misread?
Did you send me signals you haven’t yet said? The feeling of empowerment she must of felt when you said i don’t love you anymore
I can’t forget
The tears i shed that are not yet healed, the summer of 1993.
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Brilliantly written here l1a_09.
Though I don't know the full details of your particular account, in reading this, I relate to times of loss too, but hold on to the hope, that things will get better, as I hope you do too.
This could also be the opening paragraph of an emotional roller-coaster of a story, where although, 1993, for you, was a time of pain, it could also act as the basis of some sort of reclamation.
Bravo, and I hope that all is well.
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