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by Teria Mar 8, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Sometimes it's too hard, to recall my open past. THe world knows every secret, and I don't think that I'll last. Society has a grip, but it seems to be loosening. Yet, my heart still aches for more, some sort of awakening... I've dreamt up all the potions to make your soul okay - thought up all the spells to stop... the future on it's way. My heart can't handle much, and you hold more than half. My fears are overtaking - disguised within an evil wrath. But, I'm begging you to try, there's more than pain at stake. For, if we lost you now . . . we'd never again awake.