my walking, talking reason for living

Everyday I wake up to this small little hand pulling my hair, or playing with my face. My boy wonder is turning five months in a few days.
It’s a a while since my last post here and I’m back now.

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learning love at the exit door

” Are you okay?” Christoph asked when she came out of the bathroom.

She did not answer and just gave him a shrug. She stepped out and walked straight to the dresser. She can hear how soft the sound of her feet are. Funny her ears seemed to think that her heartbeat is sounder than her footsteps.

“Louise…” He’s waiting for her answer. Eyes looking directly at hers.

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a long december

LONG DECEMBER (Counting Crows)

A long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can’t remember the last thing that you said as you were leaving
Oh the days go by so fast

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nothing left that ain’t been broken yet

TRUTH, Steve Moakler

I thought I could turn it around before you knew.
Before I lost, all I had.
I thought I could carry the lie, and hold you too.
But, I thought wrong. You slipped right through.

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nobody knows that I sometimes cry

Nobody knows
Nobody knows but me
That I sometimes cry
If I could pretend that I’m asleep
When my tears start to fall
I peek out from behind these walls
I think nobody knows
Nobody knows no

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