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September 9 by Meghan HelmichThe three-hour difference
has stripped my sense of caution.
There is no history to remember,
No scars to finger.
I am new. 09/13/2011 Posted on 09/13/2011 Copyright © 2025 Meghan Helmich
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| Posted by Ava Blu on 09/13/11 at 02:40 PM But the scars are always there, I think, and are we ever really new? Sometimes within three hours when it is 6am here and 3am there, I think we lose a little piece of each other that we cannot find again. And what is there that can be said for ex-lovers who keep being thrust together when one is happy and has moved on while the other keeps bouncing because they cannot be truly happy yet even if they begin something new with someone else because it's within them the reason why they are sad and until they fix that, they'll not make someone else truly happy. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 09/13/11 at 02:41 PM I totally left a little rant... Sorry. I do like this. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/16/11 at 02:54 PM It can be a good starting point for some new, weird adventure, and it's even better when one is at least aware that it's going down. Another fantastic entry. |
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