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A broken soul
A shattered memory
Just...
A fragmented memory that you've left to rot
None would understand...





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20081222
12/22/2008 08:05:00 PM

The reason why I'm blogging so frequently is simple... because I haven't had an avenue of speech.. or perhaps my thoughts are just so secretive to be expressed.

Her sadness flows through the chains that bind me to her, I feel it too...

I'm speaking too much, writing too much... and thinking too much.

Wish that life would be simpler... with lesser hurt and grief; with lesser amounts of sadness and 'sulkings'... I could hear her sulking and pouting. Or perhaps.. it was yet again my perception.

Sigh.. I'm sorry.. I feel as if I'm more of a pain than of any help to you...