October 6, 2010

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As I lay on our bed

 I thought of everything he did to me

 everything I did to him

 and how broken we were

Holding on to frayed strings and the past’s happiness

I knew that one day

eventually

we would either finally fix ourselves

or I would finally find someone who wasn’t as broken as I was

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