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Everything must be false. Tomorrow is not going to come. This is the one night that will continue on in the spectrum of time, and fade out with the deceiving beams of sunlight. Telling me a new day is being ushered in. Whispering things to wakefulness. It all must be false.
I found love, and now love has ran from me. I see the future with peace, and peace has removed his mask. I thought I found truth, and I was slapped.
I would have swore to you that he was real. That he held me. Loved me. Kissed me softly. Gently pushed my hair behind my ear. I would have swore. But, now- now, I know I cannot.
I know it was all in my mind. All in my imagination. A work of pure genius. I sure had myself convinced.
But, what is a book without words? A paragraph without sentences? A conversation without a voice? What is a soul without a mind? Without a will? Without emotion?
Are these emotions? Can the feeling of nothingness be something? Will I always be lost?
I can go from day to day, and work and play continuing all the while to smile. But, I know the reality of the matter. And so does he. He disappeared. And now, I have no voice to speak. No tears to cry. I cant move from my seat. The unknowing. The uncertainty. The what if's. The could be's. The if only's.
I have done something wrong, and usually am waiting to find out what it was- but this time- the consequences are only too evident for me.
I am alone. Alone and cold. And he- he will never speak to me again.
..."Fucking Random Guys You've Known a Week is Textbook Slut" ...
Age
21
Country
Antarctica
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