I can’t
tell
you
how
much
better
I feel
To
know my
feelings
I need
no
longer
conceal
I
can’t
tell you
how much
more open
I am
now
To the
possibility
of loving
someone
again,
someday,
somehow
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I can’t
tell
you
how
much
better
I feel
To
know my
feelings
I need
no
longer
conceal
I
can’t
tell you
how much
more open
I am
now
To the
possibility
of loving
someone
again,
someday,
somehow
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
Woot woot! Go get em tiger
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Haha, if only!
Sadly, this one isn’t written from my perspective – but I’m fully behind the tiger from whose it is! 😁🖤
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Hahah oh, what a shame ;p
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*Promise* rings a title to this piece….
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Perhaps… 🖤
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A promise told, can never be kept(?)…unless it comes from death. It’s what we do in-between which becomes the main event…..to our own benefit [once we address, we are enough reason to persist to exist; even if life is to insist differently] ty & gm to u
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❤
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