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The constant pang of memories plague me like a mist of poison running through my veins. The nightmares are unforgiving in there constant drone of past regrets. Though I am punished for my past I try to look on into the future for what might be in store. True things seem to be looking up for the better , but then why am I still not happy? Why am I still feeling like I am missing something. God I know what it is but dont dare speak of the name that brings tears to my eyes once more. Soft crystaline liquids that break just the same upon inpact. These thoughts run under my skin as my body tries to shake back the tremors. Why , still runs rampid in my mind. Why why why.. and after this word , a million more , to complete a million sentences which brings forth thousands of paragraphs that would fill my mind with dred surly if you were to answer them truthfully. I am not ready for the truth right now. I am not prepaired to face what I already know to be self evident. I will never be ready to hear that you do not love me anymore.