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Thinking it is over,
Believing that it is,
That you have been able to move on from that infestation,
The thoughts that run through your mind,
Take over the inner workings of your life,
Like a drug.

Thinking that time passed,

Son of Mother Nature,
King of threes,
Shielded from love, pain, beauty,
Heartache.
Crippled at the trunk of what holds him up,
Rooted by a want, a need,
Shielded from desire,
Wounded. 
 

There is not a lot in this world that can make Miss Laura Jane speechless, in fact I had yet to meet someone who could baffle this woman. In the 25 years I had known her, she was speechless once; when her father remarried.

Besides, he looked better without her edits.

I lived in his shadow, Now he lives in mine.

There will be a time when you look back and laugh,
One time where all those choices you made seem irrelevant.

There will be one person you regret,
One person who taught you nothing but everything.