Who took my whimsical
Who took my grace
Stung me with venom and
Sprayed me with mace
Where is my kindliness
Stuck in the past
Taken by friendliness
Lost to my sass

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When you get to know somebody, to really know them, the intimacy changes you. I understand now, after a few relationships, that they have a part of me, and I have a part of them. I wish I could say I learned more, but I think I also learned to love them. I truly did. I just wish I could see her like I used to. Perhaps I still need time to heal.

But when does life start again?