hurt

A heart breaks easier alone
When no one sees you crying
When no one notices at all
That inside you are dying

A heart breaks easier alone
When they all think you're crazy
That when you crawl back in your bed

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As the Valentine's Day draws nearer, we all tend to think and reflect about Love more. With love so widely celebrated on that day, things look all right. Love has to be alive and well with so many people exchanging gifts and cards and having romantic dinners. Yet during the rest of the year, something seems to be amiss in the love department. We all know plenty of stories of broken hearts, relationships, marriages. We hear people say that they are afraid to love because they are afraid of getting hurt. You open up your heart, give yourself completely to the other person, but what if their feeling for you is not genuine, or short-lived? You will end up alone with your pain. No one wants that. And next time, you will find it even more difficult to trust someone again.

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Relationships score most highly as causes of stress levels, with work issues trailing behind. After all, if someone is reasonably happy in their personal life, they can weather the storms at work much better than if they are also unhappy at home. Often unhappiness in work, or absenteeism from it, is not dictated by the work environment at all. Personal unhappiness is likely to have its root cause in the home relationship; in problems which people do not find easy to discuss with others, which they tend to keep secret for fear of losing face, or generating gossip, and which make coping with work issues far more difficult and problematic.

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How could it have actually been this long with history up and down and somehow they couldn't make it work?

Do you think they gave it a fair chance? Or was timing the number one issue?

Remember all those butterflies, the ones that fluttered not only in your stomach but right up your asophogus leaving you speechless? How did the fear of losing him keep the words down? The idea that a few little clusters of letters might push him away and could have possibly been the destruction to any future that may have occured in the past.

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I wish someone could give me a litigate explanation of this thing called life. And while you’re at it. How bout telling me the true sense of spirituality too.
Let me share a story of a girl/woman. We’ll call her Blessed.
Blessed was born into a seriously dysfunctional family. As a child, her parents split early. Her dad had an affair with a high school senior, and left her mother. Her mother was a true to form hypochondriac and very selfish. Ultimately, abandoning this girl, and leaving her to reside in an unwanted household, with her father, now new wife, and new children. During her childhood, neglect was true to form, no matter what Blessed did, and she could not get noticed. So she stopped trying to excel. As a pre-teen, her mother resurfaced, and on one of the occasions when Blessed ran away, she ended up at her mother’s hole in the wall. During that time, her mother’s now beau decided he liked little girls instead of women. And he stole her innocents. At fourteen a stranger walking down the block decided to do the same thing. This time at gun point in an abandoned house. At 16, her great grandfather tried to steal what little innocents she had left, only by this time, she was so angry and hostile, she blew up at him.

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