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Lips...

Eyes...

Soul...

Heart...

Everything that I shouldn't think about, I do. Giving satisfaction is what I'm doing right now, but I cannot help it. It's my heart that hurts and I'm feeling rather sick. I shouldn't be saying this, 'cause the person it's about is jus' gonna nod his head and grin that I'm feeling this way.



...I remember...in something I watched...a girl was madly in love with a man...she loved him with all her heart for some time. Yes, it wasn't her world, but it was a very very large part. He came to her one day -- his voice being the only thing that softened her heart for so many years, keeping the candle of a flame close to the ice that was enveloping her heart. She praised his warmth, her dying heart pleading for health. ...He wrapped his arm around her and reassured her that he would be able to make her life once more joyful. How? She did not know. But she trusted him...she didn't know why. But she did. He took her away and showed her to her family for the last time. They begged her to come back to them, but she cried out that they never understood. They never, ever took the time to show her the love and care she needed for her heart to grow, that she was always the one being the comfort and kindness to the rest of those who needed it, never once thinking about her own heart, and how dark it was becoming. She had recently asked her sister, "...Wouldn't it be great to live alone? Then you wouldn't hurt anyone, nor be hurt."



"Wouldn't it be great to live alone? Then you wouldn't hurt anyone, nor be hurt."

"Wouldn't it be great to live alone?"

"Wouldn't it be great to live alone...?"

"...alone...."



"I don't want to be alone anymore." She cried inside, shaking with fear that she may never be able to escape the lonliness that was consuming her. She turned and held onto the one true source of comfort in her life, and the man stroked her hair, smiling.



But then...



Another appeared. Another form of beauty that took away the man's comforting essense. He turned away from the broken girl and to the other woman, tenderly embracing her.



"Who is she?"



The man slowly pulled the other woman in, placing a gentle kiss upon her lips.



The girl's eyes widened. 'No...' at that very sight, her heart finally broke. The last shard of ice dug itself into her heart, and it fell to the ground, shattering into more pieces than could ever be picked up and repaired. She fell to her knees, staring wide eyed into nothingness, feeling more limp and marionette-like than ever before. ...How could she go on...



He was gone. She was gone. Her heart was gone. Her emotions, her breath, her very soul had been sucked out of her with such a great force that it left her completely disoriented in the world around her, and in a way, she wanted it to remain that way.



Oh how I know what she felt. Though I may not have lost all sense of life, it has become hard to believe that what has happened was real, and that it was not just some dream that would soon pass and she would wake to once again experience life in its fullest. I know I will. But until then, this is what I feel. I know there is a rainbow beyond the clouds, but as I've said before, sometimes the cloud is so dark, it's near impossible to see the silver lining...



I don't want to be alone anymore...