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Him" She stops in. Her" I'm leaving, Him" It comes out slow with such distain, her lip growls with a hint of desguist. I want to hate her, I want to tell her to stop,i don't want her to go, so much to say,why want she be mine. i mustard up my inner voice Me" And! Him" All i could get out was a grumbling and, Is this how it ends, is this how people do these things to others, why can't i say it, anything, something, what? I don't know! I see in her breath she's hesitating, her lip quivers, her ...

Standing on the peak, times like these your suppose to feel a certian euphoric nastolgia, But i only think of her, how she's not here, how any success i may have will always be shadowed by this failure, i feel as empty as the view i'm taken in, i'm left wondering why i can't appreciate anything anymore , why the sum of a life can be lessoned by the absence of a single, by the absence of her . and these ideas of moving on there is no moving on. a part of me will be stuck in this state forever ...