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Sometimes it feels like life is not worth living, some times I wake up and through sleep filled eyes I remember all the bad in my life and a feeling of having no reason to continue to exist consumes me, and then I turn around and I'm met with your sleeping face and suddenly I'm filled with hope, with hope that maybe there's is a reason after all, maybe I'm here for a reason..
Sometimes all you need is for someone to be there, even if they cannot solve your problems, sometimes you just need someone to be there when you need a reason to continue" the words id been told, resounded in my head, over and over until a wave of sudden clarity over took me "She's my reason, she's always been my reason" realisation as I whispered into the early morning silence, as she stirred lightly in her sleep, her nose twitching and a delicate arm wound its way around my waist.
And there it was, my reason to continue.
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A book I'll never, ever write
RandomA book of excerpts, of ideas and stories, Of feelings and thoughts. Of things I'll never enhance, Of things that don't need to be completed To make sense, to evoke feeling. A book of things that every single Person has felt At one point or anoth...
