I find my thoughts slipping to Her.
Such a painless transition from one seemingly unrelated thing to a memory brimming with veiled deceit and anguish.
How long does it take for a heart to stop breaking?
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- Brokemom
- California, United States
- Once Upon A Time, I was a Welfare Mommy. I put myself through college and became a Welfare Worker, all while keeping my sardonic sense of humor in check. Then I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, quit my job, and now stay at home and raise three kids, ages 17, 13, and 6. I can cook but can't "throw something together", I want to clean but procrastinate, but most of all I want to find myself.
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1 comment:
I'd like your eyes anyways, gorgeous color and NO GLASSES!! :)
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