If love existed, we wouldn't be so soft & easy to ruin.
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Excerpt from the black book, December 7th, 2003:
Everything I've worked so hard for is swiftly slipping through my fingers. I want to touch it before it's gone--my final sense of reality. Everything I've ever live for--ripped away and I'm left with nothing. Nothing but memories I'll never get back, dreams I'll never achieve and false promises that will never come true. I have nothing left to live for. The only thing that's keeping me alive is the shard of hope that fractures everyday in my hands. I don't wnt to live but what if it all turns around? All I need is a subtle notion that maybe there's a reason I should keep going when every minute, every second, I get closer to a decision. A decision that could change everything I ever worked for and everyone I ever knew. Is this what life has come to? Allowing my future to be stepping on without a passing thought? I won't stand for it- I'd rather go out on my own doing than be forced to succumb until I lose all means of myself. My attempts to seek the meaning within all of this have been voided by open air and stale silences..can I bare this?
"Cause I'm still breathing and I'm still yours.."--STARS HIDE FIRE