love its a four letter word ,more powerful than a gun , it carves in the brain ,accompanied by a fire hotter than the sun ,the fire named passion ,can make any man mad ,the los off which feels like a journey into the minda deep abyss called depression, ripping at you piece by piece leaving the soul withered and torn, the remnants of a once strong and heavily willed man, now leave behind a hollow shell wandering the wastelands of loneliness , we shall succeed we shall ober come this too shall pass ,but does it ever really pass ,or do you hands of time stand still for the pain to contimie growing, in the end i am stronger for this having happened , or am i just deceiving myself into said falsivity , love is on the toumges of the nieve and blissful, or for that matter a bitter taste in the mouthes of the broken forever the quite shame and the brightest cerebral corner in the minds of the remimiscant
Posted on: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 08:02:52 +0000
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