Dustin (ravior) wrote,


you wake up and wonder, in the darkness before the dawn, with sweat clinging to you nervous back...if maybe you died some time ago, and you're just a shade that thinks that he's still alive. all your new experiences harken back to distant memories...memories that burn like oil ignited on water still though you've tried to keep on living. you can still hear her voice...and smell her scent...still feel the sword piercing your heat as you realize she's left you, knowing your love for her...."the pangs of dispised love"...that all those years you held it in, guessing at the outcome...years spent tighter than family...best friends...forever and ever...and it's over...all over...

...Has every chance of love after felt like an echo or a whisper compared to it...?
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