6.6.09

I thought the world would stay the same till I take my last breath. But it has since turn very cold when your heart ceased beating. CAE. Forever. Walking along the long life road without you, like walking on roses thorns on my bare feet. Aching, hollow, lonely, cold, shallow. Hope in the feet of the mountain dew, you await my presence. Till then. My soul, waits. Your heart, forever mine. As one. Will linger.

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