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I'm back home, but it still remains that the person I love still isn't back online. I have a twtich to call but alas I have to put it down because I know that it will bring suffering. Though I can see where my suffering is far worse than I imagined.
Who understands this pain of mine really? I talk and talk about it but this time around I can't seem to stop myself from absorbing it where its final resting place lies. There is no soft padding for me this time truth be told this gap suddenly signals the worst in me, I don't think she'll ever come back to me so my trip I was hoping for two will turn to one. It seems that this trip will purely my own, but then again I think every trip I take ends up like that.
This rain of needles into the wisp that is me only seems to zephyr. As the endless rain stops my tatterd form remains lifeless and bound to a space where it will never free itself from the dark shackles that bind it.
This was the last strand of life I had to give, all of you don't understand to give whats left of you away to something that you absolutely trust. It dies... you die... I want to die... The end of the week nears itself slowly... rearing its head at me like a sickly animal, pale and ready to infect me further against something I have no control over. All she needs to do is show me that shes online once and everything every bit of this will wash itself off... but until now, right now... It never will.
I Quake, and so I will crumble and fall to the earth where I belong.
Farewell.
Who understands this pain of mine really? I talk and talk about it but this time around I can't seem to stop myself from absorbing it where its final resting place lies. There is no soft padding for me this time truth be told this gap suddenly signals the worst in me, I don't think she'll ever come back to me so my trip I was hoping for two will turn to one. It seems that this trip will purely my own, but then again I think every trip I take ends up like that.
This rain of needles into the wisp that is me only seems to zephyr. As the endless rain stops my tatterd form remains lifeless and bound to a space where it will never free itself from the dark shackles that bind it.
This was the last strand of life I had to give, all of you don't understand to give whats left of you away to something that you absolutely trust. It dies... you die... I want to die... The end of the week nears itself slowly... rearing its head at me like a sickly animal, pale and ready to infect me further against something I have no control over. All she needs to do is show me that shes online once and everything every bit of this will wash itself off... but until now, right now... It never will.
I Quake, and so I will crumble and fall to the earth where I belong.
Farewell.