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As the wind drifts around me, i cant feel its refreshing affects due to the pain of the tears that trail down my face. They cement the loss of love, and the fear of hope all but lost. Her flush cheeks, and rose petal lips will never again be caressed by my fingertips again. I feel as if the tunnel of life is collapsing on top of my futile exsitence. The tears fade, but the depth of sadness remains. With each sip from this glass of temporary amnesia, i hope true peace of mind will eventually be in my grasp.