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WITH HARD LABOUR She got her last bag and headed for the door, my brain was too frozen to constitute any energies to move my lips to utter a word. As she banged the door behind her, I became an instant expert in killing as I thot of a thousand ways to kill my self, doom, mortein, target, sleeping pills overdose, hanging. For weeks I made a pity party for myself. Like winter turning into summer my mind finally cleared and I gawked upon the past phenomenon, the late coming, the nagging, the agony of always trying to impress her. I finally thanked God for her leaving. Yeah, I had been in a relationship, but it was no ordinary relationship, I was in a relationship with hard labour. STOP HOLDING ON TO THAT HURTFUL PAST. LET GO.
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 08:27:18 +0000

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