Sort of a poem about why I use -
January 26th 2015, 09:44 AM
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The love of my life, brought to it's beginning in a spoon. No matter how distant she may be, she is still the only one that's there when my heart is at it's end. Emotion screams loud even when hid deep- the world falls apart, I need him to hold me together yet he's just a memory. Embrace of connection, found no longer within my own mind. Colliding with friction our energy never fused like typical, his ghost though left in it's wake. Only one solace for connection existing, familiarity is the closest I get to home. Drowned in darkness, I let his ghost comfort me- as it flows with every heart beat, reality merges with past time... Briefly we are one again as before.
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