It is July and she is still gone. I am in Anchorage with my sister and seriously considering moving up here permanently even though I am cold all the time. We have a lot of financial troubles at home that I am leaving her to deal with, and frankly I am just running away from it all. She chose to leave and I guess I did too. I really miss her but hate her all the same.
Is there really any hope for the brokenhearted? Does it ever really go away? 
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If everyone cared and nobody cried, if everyone loved and nobody lied, if everyone shared and swallowed their pride, we'd see the day when nobody died. IF EVERYONE CARED/Nickelback
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