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Wednesday, November 9, 2011

5: Nothing to say

The loss of anything to say, the period to a sentence. There is nothing more except the end.

Erase all shadows of you in my mind, haunting and tearing at my heart.
There is only the dead and dying. Leave me be, let me rest.

You do not deserve the thoughts I give you.

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