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Friday, March 19, 2010

Dancing on the edge of a knife.

When the sun sets, what do you hear?
When the clouds part, what do you see?
When the love leaves, what do you feel?
When the feeling fades, what's left but an empty shell of who and what you used to be. Why do we voluntarily put ourselves through this pain over and over. Masochism, are we all into it now?