Sunday 28 April 2013

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There are times when I worry that I’ve already lost myself. 
That is, that my self is so inseparable from being with you that if we were to separate, I would no longer be. 
I save this thought for when I feel the darkest discontent. 
I never meant to depend so much on someone else.            

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