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His heart's out there somewhere

His heart's out there somewhere. Beyond the trees and the roads. Past the hills and the rivers. It's there. It's raining tonight. The pulse of the rain echos the cracks in my heart. The cold enhances the loneliness. And somewhere his heart beats. Beneath someone else's skin and scars, nestled warm in another chest it's out there. And I miss my best friend, my brother. I miss the sound of it beating when he hugged me. I miss the feel of the pulse I didn't notice until it was gone. I miss t...

01 March 2018, 05:05 AM
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Where women are disposable

I live a life outwardly where I am educated and busy and smart and somewhat important. I am secure, independent. And then, there is reality I am the wife of an old school man. He works He eats. He sleeps. I work, I cook I clean. The kid is mine. So is the laundry the dishes and the heartbreak. See this man that I fell in love with somewhere, lost all interest in me. He admits he wants nothing sexual. He belongs to an "old school" motorcycle organization. Manly men. I have no time for frien...

26 February 2018, 03:22 AM
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