It pains me to think
of the amount of times
I wished I'd come home
to find the house exactly
as I'd left it
How ironic that now
that's what happens,
what I want more than anything
is to come home and find you
just as I'd left you
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
Wow
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Is that good or bad? 🙂
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Very good 🙂
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Thanks so much! 👍
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This reads sad, but there is meaning in sadness, and where there is meaning there is room for change — keep going with this!
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Thanks. I have been sad for sometime now to be honest but writing a bit again this month has been helping. I’ll certainly try to keep going…
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Be well.
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