I am on tenterhooks wondering about things. I am always waiting for the other shoe to drop. I so hope that I will be kept apprised of what is and what is not happening so everything in my life is not a mystery. It is not as alluring as one might think. I am being beaten down. It would be nice to get a small glimmer of hope, or love, because I love hard and with dedication, but the return is as dark and silent as space. It just wears me down. I want to love you, or at least be a friend. You need to get free.
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