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the ability to be broken
By eidos
I suppose I owe you an apology
for
the way I walked away when we ended.
I no longer have a need to
make 2 am phone calls
to tell someone that they are missed. I no
longer
feel the want to sit in a movie I detest simply to see a smile.
I no longer wish to speak words of love and life
to someone that
I consider special, anymore.
Because I used all of that up on you.
So I suppose I owe you an apology, for not thanking you
for ruining
me for everyone else.
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Copyright 2012 eidos
Published on Sunday, September 2, 2012.
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A former member wrote:
He needs all the beauty he can find. Sadly spoken.
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On Sunday, September 2, 2012, dwells
(4177)
wrote:
Forever is a very long time and when you do find somebody special again, you will find that you too have changed, cheers!
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On Sunday, September 2, 2012, FadedBlues
(2096) wrote:
...in time you'll find those words again. someone will draw them from you...
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On Sunday, September 2, 2012, Dilated View
(582) wrote:
Heavy. Such is the risk we take when we invest completely in someone or something that fails, in the end, to come to fruition. I have been here before and hope never to be again. The last time the recovery period was enormous. Hope you find a way to recharge thank you for sharing your pain.
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A former member wrote:
I had a fiddler crab once, named Clawed. He had huge claw, he waved it around constantly. Then one day, it was gone...i found it sucked up against the filter in the tank. Maybe the other crabs were jealous and he lost it in battle...maybe it got caught between the rocks and he had to decide if he would sit there and die intact or chew it off. I don't know, but it was gone and he hid out in the hollowed log for awhile...he rarely came out, barely ate. He eventually rejoined the others and carried on like normal, and he even grew a new claw...but, in the meantime, he had learned to live without one...so he just kind of dragged this new claw around...he didn't wave it around, or use it to tear his food. It was just there. This poem reminded me of that crab and his useless claw.
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A former member wrote:
Oh, that memory was much longer typed out than I intended it to be. Sorry.
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