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Oct 13, 2005 02:00

To be alone.

Through various points in my life, I have been surrounded by people that I wanted to breathe in and allow to colonize on my lungs and fill up my insides like the laugh of Santa Clause. I could rely on any colonizing person at that stage, and they became a catalyst for life. After a while, the colonies were contaminated by some indeterminable poison and every microbe of life passed through me and found somewhere more suitable. Some other heart on which to grow. To colonize. My poor shell is left freezing from lack of movement and life. Such harsh conditions render me hollow until I find, again, a catalyst for spring.
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