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The story of she who shall go nameless is real, but cannot be told. I must have started it fifty different times, but because I care so much I just can't get it right. I have the words, but I don't have the words, they are in my heart, but I can't dig them out. They most likely should stay there anyway...and I know, I know SO much, that they must be ignored or forgotten, but they refuse to be😔I love a woman who does not love me: big deal, not to anyone else, but to me it really is and all I can do is just keep it to myself, steer clear of her whenever I can and be the mature woman I know I am way deep down inside.