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Tuesday, August 16, 2011

been grieving over the loss of a very close friend.
not that this person had passed away, but in essence it's the same thing, he had died in my life. of course i had seen this coming, like a wave rolling in from afar, but this doesn't lessen the intensity with which it hit me.
now just a profound sadness stacking lead weight in my heart.
i will never get used to this.

peeling off scabs to old wounds so they bleed afresh again.


she's not here @

12:32 AM