jueves, 8 de julio de 2010


...You've disappeared. Like everything else. Now who else can I talk to? I'm lost. When he left, he took everything with him. But the absence of him is everywhere I look. It's like a huge hole has been punched through my chest. But In a way, I'm glad. The pain is the only reminder that he was real...

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