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One of my sappy, chicky songs made it past me this morning.  I frantically jumped to change it, but something kept me from doing so.  I started thinking about him.  I thought about how he ripped my heart out and handed to me in a plastic sandwich bag.  I thought about all that time wasted, crying in bed.  I thought about how I shut out my friends, family and anyone trying to get in.  I thought about how I wouldn’t be able to live without him.  I can’t imagine living with him.

Baby steps.

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