Is this the end? Does that which hurt us make the fury burning deep inside fueled to a degree that is not logical? I have seen the depths of fear in thine eyes and my heart goes out to you, but the pain that brews in me is not masked any longer, fore I am not the stoic one, I am the vulnerable one that sees things in the light and had shed many tears! Tears that haunt me, tears that shake me to my core! I no longer feel that sense of reality. Only now I feel that which is completely empty and alone! My sorrows are bubbling to the top and cannot be buried down as they have for so many times before! Please just let me feel or not feel this utter misery that once again I have the unpleasure of realizing is the true empty me!!
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