Registered: May 2001
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sigh

When life itself is pain, what is left of me?
I sing, I breath, I dance, I eat. Sleep is my refuge. Only in my dreams am I ever fully me.
Can I love? I have thought that I loved, but then it goes away, like a tissue in the breeze.
Is it not possible for me, is my heart really that cold? I feel love for those around me.
I cry at the news. My heart aches for the tragedy of others.
Yet I have never looked into a lover's eyes, and lost myself.
I have never been in love. And at this point, I do not know if it is possible.
I see her in my dreams. My soul. The fulfillment of my dreams.
Last night, she died. Will my soul die too?
I know not.
I do not have tears enough to emptly my heart of the longing I feel.
To be loved. To be desired. To be whole.
Or just to sleep.

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Registered: Jul 2000
Location: A New England
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That was quite offal.

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Registered: Jul 2000
Location: A New England
Posts: 9166

Please don't let my sig or pic detract from the seriousness of my critique.

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