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I was looking for something to pass the time before dinner and “Love Me Or Leave Me” was just starting on TCM. Sure, I thought. Why not? The biographical musical came out in 1955 when I was just 12, on the cusp of adolescence. I’m still trying to sort out the effluvia of thoughts and feelings while watching it.
I was born into a small case delicate shoulders, soft face I'm a house mouse living on, by trickery I guess I got away I tell myself I'm lucky
How do you rebuild a relationship To someone who has forgotten its entirety Where the wires of your mind became jumbled And replaced our memories with its pain
"Besides me, can you name one other person whose life has worked out well enough to even speak about?"
Ezra paused, "No, I can't."
Three months after Andy’s departure, the unthinkable happened—unthinkable to a naïve twenty-one-year-old college student, anyway. Andy ended our four-year relationship with an icy cold “Dear Jane.” A shortish, not-so-sweet, correspondence espousing upon how he had never really loved me. Ouch! Experiencing Europe had changed him. Allowed him to find himself…
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