Broken Sunday Blues Read Count : 54

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I just posted a story on my son's account and it wasn't supposed to be there. That simply explains where my minds has been in the last few days. 

My heart aches and I feel like crawling up and whimpering my eyes out to the sound of the rain pings accross the window.

When I thought I was in a better place, I wasn't even close. When I thought my rock was solid, it endedup crumbling apart. When zi thought my relationships were solid, I was blinded at the eye. 

Consequently, the part that saddens me the most is I did not pick up and I won't neither. Crying myself to sleep to no return sounds far less painful than anything. 

Sorry I haven't been myself friends but I  feel like I  was wiped out by a back stabbing ton of brings.

Back to sleep I go, less pain endured. Love you all and God bless 💙🙂

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