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Before it happened, my life was as close to perfect as a man could want.
With the screech of metal, the smell of fuel burning my nostrils and my grip on reality fading
everything changed.
No longer complete-I’m not the same man-the one she agreed to marry.
It’s only right that I should let her go.
Beautiful birds fly free; ones with broken wings live in cages
Letting her go is the kindest thing—the last gift I’ll give her
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I was never sugar and spice, more torn-jeaned rebel
Then I met Rivers St John and my rough edges softened.
Love blossomed, and when he left, it should have faded and died
But it didn’t
Years later we meet again with disastrous consequences
Walking the ledge, I stumble upon Elvis (not the King), but a magical black cat.
The encounter changed me forever
And that’s where things went from bad to worse
Life, love and magic got a lot more complicated