February 14, 2008
Gone.
Lost.
The hopeless roam again.
Whisper.
Scream.
Anguish spills past the voice.
Hurt.
Pain.
Heartache in chains of never-ending.
Despair.
Dark.
Intoxicated.
Like a blunt edged sword.
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