Sunday, April 28, 2013

I am dealing with it.  Surviving each day on my own.
I miss you.  Each day on my own.
Living.  Each day on my own.

We will meet again.  Someday.
I'm not particularly sure when that will be.
I'm not sure how that will be.  But it will be.  I know.


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