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Time + (punishment)

The only problem with going to bed is the fact I've to wake up in the morning and face my demons all over again.

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They say time heals all, but left alone for the most past of over a year has truly helped in healing this poor souls heart, it's taken a long time and despite the memories I cling on to I am truly over the shadow of my former life, one where I wasn't living, one where I waged a war between two over a life one simply never had and one, one simply thought would be his.

It's a sad tale for two that coffee was never poured whilst sitting in the somewhat sun filled cafe, that the email still goes unanswered and that we both don't know what's going on nor do we care.

I am living.

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Whist in a small state I've come to understand what's holding me back from gabbing life by the balls and enjoying its true splendour.
I understand the problems I face, but how to achieve a state of calm will take time.
The memories have been so burnt into my mind that there hard to forget or more thoughtfully hard to numb, hard to leave them be and truly love this once so youthful life.

I see the picture painted in my head, I can see how it all makes sense, yet I can't figure out how to let myself in it.

Time is what I've taken and time is what I need, after all don't we all need time, for something or another?

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