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And as yet I walk in the fires of my mind drifting in desperate longing I feel naught around me to quench the thirst nor drive forward to water. I can neither feel nor see a path away from the pain. I am alone.
I miss my friends. My real friends. The ones who I know would die for me or more live for me. I miss what was. Time heals all wounds and the cycle will turn again, but for now it seems so distant.
I miss my friends. My real friends. The ones who I know would die for me or more live for me. I miss what was. Time heals all wounds and the cycle will turn again, but for now it seems so distant.