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Oct 07, 2003 21:26

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i have already posted this piece of my writing before.. but something just happened and this explains all of how i feel.

Better to have loved, than to never have loved at all?? A phrase used by many, and a phrase I never seemed to understand. Those 11 words don’t seem to comprehend my feelings deep down inside. Its over before it has even begun. it was about you, about me, and just about everything in between. this feeling has been with me for so long, kept inside of me, for the fear of exposure. I sit here, and wait. Wait for the day when faith will bring us back together again. Together again, I pray. Pray for the time when our lips will soon meet. Your past is like a shadow following me around with every step I take. You have given me happiness and disappointment in life, and one moment that I had wished would last a lifetime. A poor hopeless young girl, just wanting to be loved. The soft touch of your lips against my cheek. At the very moment, my body started to tremble. Tremble with tears of joy and sorrow. Tears of jubilation for at the moment I realized that I had found someone that I had fallen head over heels for. And the tears of sorrow, for I may loose you at any moment. That moment suddenly crept upon me not long after. I collapsed with numbness in every bone in my cynical body. I felt like a damsel in distress, just waiting to be rescued. Rescued from the pain quivering in my cold body. I sit, thinking about every breath you take, and the distance between us. I’m drowning in my tears, counting the few breaths left in my attempt for survival. I feel dead; lost without your presence and existence. I haven’t been able to step into reality, not till now at least. I never realized how much you meant to me until it came the day when I lost you. I felt like a abandoned child, left on the streets to rot with every last gasp for air; drowning in my fears of continuation and mostly the fear of myself.
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