It’s been about 2 years
You’re with someone else
And I don’t mind
cause when you’re out of sight
You’re out of mind
I’ve managed to not run into you
Or see you
And her
But now I have to see you this Sunday
At this stupid wedding
Of someone I don’t even know
I feel sick to my stomach
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‘Cause talking is better than working
I spend a lot of time pondering what it all means.
A Writer's Musings (And Likely Some Shameless Self-Promotion As Well)
An outlet for my random thoughts and interests
where would it flow...
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Tales From The Life Of A Soul
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