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But I'm with him. And I'm beginning to love him. The way I was beginning to love you, too. But you withdrew. You were certain I'd hurt you; a self-fulfilling prophecy. You still send hearts and memories that I capture and plant in the ground. Tiny seeds that I know will grow to nothing more than weeds tickling the heels of my feet. These feet that you swear stomped all over your heart. These feet you believe walked away and moved on. Well, these feet are planted in the seeds you sew; wrapped up in the vines you grow.
7:04 p.m. - Thursday, Nov. 04, 2010 |
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