Searching for something that doesn't want to be found, I'll never be able to forget the past. The kisses, the love, and hugs that were given fade into the darkness. I wonder how hard it's going to be when I finally find myself. I see happiness, true happiness, unlike mine. My happiness lies in a catagory of it's own. It lies in forgetfullness. I write to let the evil spill out of my veins. I try to forget. Regret trickles in my mind like rain falling slwoly in the spring. "Things will go on" people tell me. Thing will never go on for me. I look at the night sky, they hold the sexrets. They are the gatekeepers for love, for the future and the pasts.
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