Wednesday, November 3, 2010

I miss....


I miss the feeling of warmth.
I miss the occasional hug.
I miss the home cooked meals,
I miss unconditional love.
I miss my blanket, home made.
......I miss feeling like...

Like I was going to be ok.
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