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I crawl. And you ask me \"How can salt on your wounds restitch heart?\" I stop. Ha. You see nothing, you know nothing. You don\'t feel!!!   You cannot comprehend the real meaning of all of this. You think it is I who is lost. I know it is you who has no real meaning at all. Not lost. Just never there. The death of a thousand souls could not mean the end for my kind. It is not in life or living that we get ours. It is in death. We await it patiently. Sometimes giving ourselves little tastes, cutting. It is sweet, so sweet. We do not wish for victory, wealth, acknowledgement, ....... nothing. Just death

How simple it seems, How one could be like this. You could never fully understand what it takes and what has to happen for this to take form. You see in black and white. Those who see in color are wrong. You must see in shades of grey. You all are white. We are black. You CANNOT go straight from white to black. There are shades of grey. In all white, there is black. But there is no white in any black. White is the beginning. Definitivaly not meant for staying. Just a short click in time, before your journey begins. From this point, not far is the prayer position. How, when two (one) hearts do this, Can anything else be r

he\'s perfect his perfection i can\'t match no more looking for what i have found nothing gets better than this growing older with your love as your heart grows younger what people tell u doesn\'t matter anymore they say u won\'t make it the truth is they can\'t take it holding eachother forever seems like a dream but some day soon it will be touching his face with your hands laughing at stupid things makes u think what could be better use your emotions well they will take u far his words are the only words u know u dwell on the fact u can\'t be together until halloween but then again what is time? then he reminds u ti

Sacrifices are null. Deception is unheard of. The realization of it all, was too much from the start. The overwhelming feelings of anything, through our lives, were what they were feeling. The abnormal surprising jitters, or absence of feeling, were directly sent. To you, from them. The reality is, to every one; there is one more. Or more as in....2 halves. The overwhelming factor in my case, is that I am only 1/4. To find my other part would take immeasurable distances. And yet, here she is. How? Ha. Davey

I can\'t possibly explain this to you. yet, in my heart I know you understand, even more than I, This feeling. This uncomprehendable feeling. You understand it. Not so much so that you comprehend it, yet you understand it. We both do. But, on a different level of thinking, a different level of being. that is why our love is not. it is not love. it is higher up, a higher level of feeling, of comprehension, of being. That is us. that is our connection. What allow\'s our uncomplete souls to become one once again. Because we were one. A long time ago. Our names, unknown. Our being, left in the darkest reaches of our mind

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