I smell your coffee and cigarettes and it makes my teeth feel stained- it permeates the surrounding air infecting the freshness with thoughts of the past and days gone by- why then, this smell, today, here and now, place thoughts like these in my mind? Why is it never truly over even when its been over for almost a decade? It was over before it ever began- whisper in my ear and ask me to hold your hand- be brave knowing that I'm right here- I will never leave- I'm not capable of the hurt that comes with the separation from your soul- I'll suffer it thru and do what I have to do to find a way to be me~
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
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