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Contributed by skelington on Wednesday, 5th May 2004 @ 09:40:51 AM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

Wish I had a new improved version of me, to prove that things will change. I beg for just one more tomorrow, just for us to be together, but I have no chance. Heis much better than I, he is a gentlemman, he is the gate keeper to your heaven. I just wish not to be replaced. But all choices in life are for the better, so no matter what is chosen, things will not change in my heart. You still own my soul.
I don't know what to say to you anymore without wanting to cry. I can't help bhink about dying. Just want the same old thing, the love from the love of my life. No pressure, No guilt. My heart is different, fragially built, needing love and acceptance to live. My bloody hands covered with guilt and pity for myself, and yet I don't know what to do.
So my life is the shortest story with the most tragic ending. Ending in pain and suffering. No one to run to, nowhere to hide. Just let me know, or let me slide away. All thoughts running rampidwith free thought to free form in the free and clear, just wish one thing. Can't handle the thought of loss, don't want to feel the hatred that I have felt. Not for others, but for myself. What does it mean when one feels hatred toward their own beliefs and wishes? Is it healthy? Is it sane? I don't think I will ever know.
My habits tore me apart, made me feel miniscule. Somebody please wake me from this nightmare! Wish it was that easy, then I would breath a sigh of relief, for it is only a dream. Things could go back to how they were before, you...me...love.
Hello, I am the lonely soul of the lost lover who has had his life shattered. Dreams drifting away from a once peaceful and humble mind.
But now I sit here with pen in hand, and write with the blood from my heart. I just want to feel true love again.
But knowing me, that will not happen.

You have killed the flame of a once un-dying heart.

Copyright © skelington ... [ 2004-05-05 09:40:51]
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