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QUIET EXPECTATION

Loneliness was the cruelist season of all,i thought;               More damaging then all the frosts of winter,                       sending my heart into hibernation.For it has no one to live for,to be awake for,to beat fast and furiously for.                       Left only with memories,hopes,dreams and illusion                  I must confess,i now want death for me,                            death has become a doorway to a new world,an escape from the misery of living without you.                                     For i know i've lost you,                                         now so much of me has died.                                       I no longer live in fear of death,just in ''quiet expectation''.  Infuriated now at my destiny,enraged,thinking,                                          ''Why have i singled myself out for such pain and misery?''
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