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This tears through me...
The pain cuts into me like a dull blade.To have someone so entwined in my life and yet to see them with someone else. I want to hate him some nights, when he reminds me of the love that I can’t seam to escape. It amazes me that someone can create a hole inside of you, like they take a piece of you when they go. It is almost a tangible thing, a wound that if you touch your chest just right you could feel the raw edges of. Many people have left there scars in me, the wounds close with time. They become sorry patches of the past memories that you will never escape. Just when you think them gone there creator can waltz back in and rip the anew. It baffles me the amount of injury a soul can endure. Still always nestled away in some dark corner is the everlasting glimmer of hope. Sometimes I cling to that hope, on nights like this I let it go to find later. I don’t know if I want to hope or feel, I am afraid of what wounds I will endure.
