martes, 30 de noviembre de 2010

'Alice.
You've disappeared.
Like everything else.
Now who else can I talk to?
I'm lost.
When you left, and he left,
you took everything with you.
But the absence of him
is everywhere I look.
It's like a huge hole
has been punched through my chest.
But In a way, I'm glad.
The pain is the only reminder
that he was real.
That you all were.'

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