You live to lie. now I’m leaving. It hurts to cry. now I’m breathing. Deep and wide calm and soft. every story was false that was told. Admission of guilt shall never be used . she only admitted to being guilty of leaving the clues.
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Hurt, pain, disappointment and grief. One family reunion I often have to meet. We sit and chat, stare and loath all of this happened when I lost control. Love is gone has passed my way. Looking back from the past I wish the … Continue reading See you next week