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Only when alone.

Sophia is what I need to remember in these dark hours.

While I try so hard I really do, to leave it behind and move on, enjoy my life and not question this path of solitude and slight bliss, I cant help but think about the present for your soul is no where near mine now.
I wonder who crawls into your bed at night, I wonder how your days go, what your routine holds and if you only think back to those days too.

Life has changed us old love, it will never be back, our bird has flown the nest and a flight she is alone to face the long days of sunshine and the cold nights that approach.

It worries me and despite the fact I seem fine I'm not.
My wounds go deeper then I once thought, I feel as if I'm not worthy of this life, this place I've found myself in.
It scares me sometimes how much has changed and how much I want that.
Its hard to accept yourself as someone, you do not admire and this is my downfall.
My neurotic mind pumps visions of a life well lived but the chains of which I'm forced in hold me back, keep me in this mind state, this battle of past and present.
My future is a dream in which I fear might never be achieved.
I don't believe in love, I don't believe in myself nor do I believe I can change.

My friend we speak the same, our words may be fiction but we know how it affects the souls.

Without this I feel I wouldn't be here.

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