When I dream... you dream about me...
I can't look at my past any more.... It takes all that I have to not crumble into a heap...a sobbing heap.
I don't know how to explain where I am at... except that I do all that I can to avoid the past. I can't handle it.. and in fact I am having a difficult time in general.
46 this year... I find myself doing everything I can to just to get through the day...
coming across old songs.. really sets me off.. I try to avoid all music from back then...
then again I am 3 beers and XX bowls in...
why am i so afraid...
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