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Nov 2012
I lie alone. My thoughts are not here, they are with her.
I don't know what she thinks, I only know an insane void is in my heart. Tearing at my soul.
The torment of not knowing why claws at my very substance.
I imagine the DNA that binds me falling apart, decaying like spent particles in a dying sun.
Now? Nothing..
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
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