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"an empty gaze reflects the contradiction alleged strength, so fragile no more than compassion ephemeral gatherings without interaction be sincere and announce your departure a vallum of fairy tales smashed into reality projected on the ruins of a castle in the air" ~ After Forever ~ sometimes it seems I've lost all my dreams and the point of my life is to die... in ruins... in fears... in tears... and while there is always hope (I hope), there are times when hope fades to invisibility and seems all gone... and in my loneliness I vegetate and in my misery I hesitate to many memories incomplete too many ghosts not yet put to sleep a cruel history becomes a wall the climb is eternal I always fall hope is a dim memory a vague reflection love is a fantasy going in the wrong direction so in my loneliness I vegetate fears of rejection damn and isolate too many open wounds needing healing too many open tombs to be appealing fears of betrayal condemn trust fears of abuse condemn love fears of happy people I'm not one of them my life is a building that has been condemned |
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