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Seashells evoke mixed feelings. Although I don't see them very often (Sentosa = fail), or hardly ever think of seashells as seashells (seafood and Guylian chocolates), seashells will always excite me. Summer is here, which usually entails a beach getaway. Idyllic white sandy beaches that stretch for miles (not parallel to the horizon but radially outwards toward it) and little seashells scattered amongst crabholes and pebbles and the occasional starfish washed ashore. Mmmmm.... Can't you just hear the ocean already?
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The only way I know of coping with the pain is tricking the mind into thinking nothing's changed and hoping that slowly it'll fade and forget to think about it. If only my feet were as numb as my head/heart. I feel like half of me has been ripped out and I can only remind myself not to drag my feet despite being incomplete.
Everyday that I see him online is another day that I must fight the urge to talk to him as if nothing has happened. I throw myself into work to distract the agonizing thought of losing my soulmate forever. If this is destiny, then I would rather not believe in cruel fate.
xoxo
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