I'm tired. Not physically but mentally. I'm just tired of having thoughts that are so palpable they hurt as they seem to become reality. Tired of the constant deja vu. Tired of noticing the small changes and seeing how they are uniting into one big horrible break. I'm tired of being there for everyone but having no one for me. Damn it! My tears are
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And Your tears are precious as those shed by nymphs in the woods, if everthey grew saddened by a sunset or a spellbinding curse.
...I'm here.
*huggggg*
I come with baggage, as we all do, but I'll listen and try to help when palpable.
Luv u.
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