This is change. This is metamorphasis. This is shedding skin.
This is involuntary. This is frightening. This is a spirit-crushing turn of events.
I feel abandoned, alone, left to whither and fade into the vapor of memory. I feel taken advantage of. I feel the vast vacancy of loss. I feel a future of hope and smiles and eternal love sinking, suffering, gasping for breath, tossed off in a random blink of cemetary eyes.
I feel sabotaged. I feel grief. I miss her. I must not. I must forget her.
I deserve this.
I hate my alternatives.
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I wish you would forgive yourself for whatever it is that you have done. I wish you would brush this off and move on. There is a whole great big world out there waiting for you. And there is someone for you somewhere. Sorry if I was pushy. But now I"m worried about ya. GBU, Shelly
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