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I can become you, and become the illness in your flesh, and I can become the cure in your spirit, and your love in your heart, and your saddness in your chest and your happiness in your eyes, and your shyness in your smile...

...but yet, I cannot become your number one in your soul...


I knew this would happen, and so did you, so why the leading? why the torment? I don't care that you left me, I cared that you didn't care... You killed me...

......I strive to not get too comfy with killers,
I prefer to keep distance.

I'll keep the memories, you just keep the heartache and we will be just fine.



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On Thursday May 4th, 2006, The Fool (970) writes:
Wow this just left me renderless, I couldn't breathe. It was so full of love.


On Saturday September 24th, 2005, Sin (1622) writes:
I don't care that you left me, I cared that you didn't care... You killed me... there is so much pain in that one line that my chest hurts, with time the pain goes away but the memories remain ~kristy


On Saturday September 10th, 2005, Gideon Lost (187) writes:
Nice work SluG. It would be nice if we COULD just keep the memories and let someone else bear the burden of heartache. Good sentiment. -Gideon



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