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I sure think of him often... too often...
Sometimes I talk to him in my head, think about things he said, am happy he is there just to get angry at him in the next moment.
Sometimes I really hate this emotional rollercoaster...
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And the day came
when the risk to remain tight in a bud
was more painful
than the risk it took to blossom
~ Anais Nin ~
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