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Keep me in the dark; cover my eyes until I ask honest questions.

So I shut my door,    just in case my breathing is too loud for you to bear.

A million faces All the same Wandering all their lives Without a real purpose A million stories All different But all with the same ending A fate we can't avoid But between them all Could there be one That stands out? Maybe yours? Maybe mine? Maybe both?

She said to her daughter, "Goodnight." And her little girl No longer little Looked up in her mama's eyes, And said, "Goodbye." And Mama thought nothing of it, Till her little girl No longer little Never looked up in her mama's eyes Again.

In this empty room We stand together In silence In the darkness Our shattered hearts Bleeding together as one While the blood runs Through our cold skin This is what love is like Two broken people Sharing their pain Merging their empty souls We forget about the world Because we live in a world of our own United as one In an illusion of happiness

You're 801 miles away And I'm all alone in this bed. Facebook only goes so far, Sometimes. Sometimes I'm so lonely And I miss you so much (Even though I've never actually Seen you, in real life) That I just want to cry. I'm being honest, Because it's painful right now. Being apart from you is painful. Do you see a future? Because I can and it scares me. I want to love you The way you deserve, So hard you can feel it Like prickles in your skin, Even 801 miles away. I want to tell the story to our children, And grandchildren. How we met and the first time We ever kissed And how love can happen Even as far away as this, Even when you've nev

Flooded with emotion Dams about to fall Heart beating empty veins On my knees I crawl Overwhelmed by a notion One that left me weak Why won't the past stay in the past Why can't I even sleep Hazy mind weary eyes Hard enough to think Such confusion, such discontent Why can't I cease to sink Crippled by a handicap Nothing without a crutch You see standing on my own Has proved to be too much Your eyes, full of color Now all I see is grey One last breath to say goodbye Before we fade away

Gratification will bring you nothing but a stone cold hand to the pit of your rotted ribs. the self will gently pull on the withered strings of its own heart; snap them back into place. the system will restart itself with a hum of a thousand whispers... memories set into place. Again given minutes, hours, days, a year, for loneliness to reach its end; and sometimes life is only given through death, so satisfaction, reach its end. [again, you will be brought nothing .]