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Sunday, December 04, 2005

Where are you?

And I'm so sorry,
I cannot sleep,
I cannot dream tonight.

I need somebody and always,
This sick strange darkness,
Comes creeping on so haunting every time..

And as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders,
Catching things and eating their insides.

Like indecision to call you,
and hear your voice of treason..

Will you come home and stop this pain tonight??

Don't waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head..

...I MISS YOU.

I pretended to be happy by producing emotionally-neutral entries,
but writing is MY form of escapism and I cannot lie to myself,
so let us all feast to more depressing entries till I am REALLY okay,
...which might be a scary NEVER?

IF only you knew how deep the feeling is, IF only you knew.

4:47 AM
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