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Omitted in my memories of you. These thoughts haunt my every movement. I cannot continue. The blood in my subsides as a hint. My fingers trimbling and my skin shivering. White as a ghost. Eyes dark as night. Fear is my host. Memories are my fright. It controls my feelings in the simplist matter. Broken into eternity worth of tears. Until the final tear drops to shatter. The memory of you never disappears. For the longest time I lived with never knowing. Where I would be when I pass over on the other side. Even with you now gone the thought was never showing. Some how its out from being hidden and never again to hide. I once imagined when would I would be with you again. It was said after my death they thought of me as I had gone insane. The found hundreds of letters I had wrote to you, but unable to send. What the never found out is that it was my own tears I had drowned in. for that my love I was just quelling the pain.