Excerpts from a letter I wrote...
"This is the seed of doubt. It festers in the darkness, and when the lights are on, when i am happy, you can't see into the shadows. But that seed of doubt lies in wait, catches fire to fill the darkness with destruction.
My heart cries in anguish as I write, trying to give form and organization to the thoughts that keep creeping back in under my skin.
Maybe the fault is my own. Who would trust a gypsy? How can you believe that someone with itchy feet and a turbulent personality wants a place to come home to?
The seed of doubt grows, roots twisting around her heart, and down into her soul. Perhaps if she rips out her own heart, making a clean break before the roots are too deep, her soul might survive when hope finally dies. She thinks, it is probably already too deep."
you will never love her enough....
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awwe, sadly I know how that goes and am pretty much there too. It sucks and I am rather perplexed at whether or not to settle back in or make more of an effort to do what I desire...
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