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Anonymity: January 2010
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Sunday, January 17, 2010. I had you near…you polluted my soul… I felt the need to have you…knowing I did not…. Say you will… please let me go…I gave too much…now here I am…and there you are. I can pretend I loved you so, heaven knows I did… think…you were mine… I’m taking my life down a road of pure ecstasy… because I refuse to be wrong… I was wrong, but I was right. And I will wait… at least I felt I would…. You’re still the warmest sun to have ever graced my face. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). These are ...
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Anonymity: February 2010
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Tuesday, February 16, 2010. 1 To inspire or possess with a foolish or unreasoning passion, as of love. 2 A foolish, unreasoning, or extravagant passion or attraction. 3 An object of extravagant, short-lived passion. Thank you for making me think all that time that you were. To have love or affection for another person; be in love.(v). What I Had Was;. A love affair; an intensely amorous incident. Love, no matter the time/place, stops for nothing. So there's no way I've experienced that. So, I'll wait.
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Anonymity: September 2009
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009. Monday, September 21, 2009. You indecisiveness with your own life, I cannot fault you for. But I can fault you for subconsciously knowing that you would not be with me, but still actively pursuing me. Its fine I guess, because it’s all a game in the end. Someone wins, someone loses, and the loser always gets hurt. And in the end, it is not you who are hurting, it is I. Tuesday, September 15, 2009. What is it about you that causes you to assume so? Making decisions based on ...
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Anonymity: Dear Past,
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). These are my letters. Written to various people who will forever remain nameless. You can guess as to whom I speak of but you will never know. These are my Letters Left Anonymous. Black Beautiful. Soulful. View my complete profile. No one said it would be so hard. Music; C'est La Vie! A Star Is Rising . . . Ginette Claudette. There was an error in this gadget.
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Anonymity: Dear Dream,
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Friday, October 30, 2009. I've been chasing you for quite some time now. I feel as if you are still so far away. One minute I’m onto you and the next I’ve never felt so far away from you. Why is this? Why does it seem like you are running from me? Is it something I have done? Is it because I’ve fucked up so much in my past that you feel as if I do not deserve you? Perhaps I should give up on you? So why am I doubting you? Better yet, why do I doubt myself? Baby steps, right? Black Beautiful. Soulful.
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Anonymity: Dear Misconception,
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Sunday, January 17, 2010. I had you near…you polluted my soul… I felt the need to have you…knowing I did not…. Say you will… please let me go…I gave too much…now here I am…and there you are. I can pretend I loved you so, heaven knows I did… think…you were mine… I’m taking my life down a road of pure ecstasy… because I refuse to be wrong… I was wrong, but I was right. And I will wait… at least I felt I would…. You’re still the warmest sun to have ever graced my face. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Anonymity: To Whom It May Concern,
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Tuesday, February 16, 2010. To Whom It May Concern,. I can't necessarily say I'm heartbroken.because I'm not. I'm a bit broken though. I've rummaged through my soul to see what I could come up with. I found solace in such a journey. A sort of yearning. There's a lot to be said;. I'm mending, so to speak. From a war on both sides. I've forgiven a lot of shit but I can't seem to forget it. But there is one person that puts me in a place of forget.as if nothing else ever happened. I feel at a lose sometimes.
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Anonymity: November 2009
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Wednesday, November 25, 2009. Dear Loveless Sex,. She owned you, didn’t she? I know. I watched her walk around proudly as if none of it was happening. I feel for her though, don’t you? I had a friend say to me, “We’re grown. You should be able to have sex with whoever you want and not feel bad about it. Who cares? It’s just sex.” And she’s right. But what satisfaction does one get out of going around and having you, loveless sex? I don’t understand. And I don’t think she understands either.
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Anonymity: Dear Loveless Sex,
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Wednesday, November 25, 2009. Dear Loveless Sex,. She owned you, didn’t she? I know. I watched her walk around proudly as if none of it was happening. I feel for her though, don’t you? I had a friend say to me, “We’re grown. You should be able to have sex with whoever you want and not feel bad about it. Who cares? It’s just sex.” And she’s right. But what satisfaction does one get out of going around and having you, loveless sex? I don’t understand. And I don’t think she understands either.
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