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Jun 07, 2006 09:41

To be sore...torn or scattered. TO feel loss and have nothing left to hold on to because there is nothing. Just the only soul that has no hope left. Short fallen, by ones' lover. Burned to the extent of utter blackness. Feelings of morn for him....for myself. I am no more than the zombie walking lifelessly aside the living. Oh the death of the hopeless romantic for they fall the hardest. The dark is now more than ever so binding. No communication leads to no trust. Without trust there is no love and without love there is no life.
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