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Good morning blog land.

In the land of half a dozen Spring times

Time plays tricks on you.

One Day your dreaming the next its reality.

It was the best of times, if only someone had told me.

Mistakes were made hearts were broken.

Harsh lessons learned.

She goes on without me.

While I drown in a sea of pointless p****.

I don't know how i got here.

But here I am.

Rotting away in the cold winter air.

There are things that I need to figure out.

For my sake at least.

The clock is ticking.

The gap. is widening.

She wont always love no matter what.