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Why love again
If Life were love I would have already been dead, killed by all that life has hurt me with. Blown in the wind are my family and friends. Gone are those who provided the spirit to help me survive.Pains in my heart and loves only sorrow, but you would never see nothing more than the rain pouring down on the surface of this sculpture.The waves of sorrow crash down on me like high tide and the well of the lonely is filled with the tears I've cried. I am restless, my bed is uncomfortable with the soggy pillow I rest my head because the branches of agony envelopes me were I lay. Tortured in the field of forever weeping willows.For all of this is why I choose to remain dormant to curve the possibilities of affection. This will save me from the world in wich I do not belong. It will help me from this life I cannot begin, my last thoughts are only If not love the darkness then why love again...
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