"I still think about you Though we never talk. I heard that you got married And I put your picture in a box. But I hope that you're not sorry For the choice you made. I'm finally alive again I hope your body is not your grave." (CCurtis)
Staring into the looking glass What is it that has come to pass? Who is it I see staring back What in those eyes does she lack? Hearing nothing but silence in the soul Feeling there is nothing left untold. Knowing all is vanished from the core A cold and empty vessel once more.
Ok. I am sitting here at my computer and trying to think of things that I am thankful for this year. This is an annual ritual which helps me focus on the good things in my life. I am thankful for
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