12.2.11

Leave a Rose for What Might Have Been




I'm learning to love You differently. I think I may have been going about it all wrong.




Deep breath.
I will not be able to do this alone forever. Not hearing You in the wilderness only leads back to death. I've lived there and I never want to again; despair does not suit me. Without You, that is all that is left.
And out.

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