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It is pointless to pretend you are dead.
I sha!! elaborate...
It never fails...I find my self in a place of eatery,
attempting to nurse a shattered heart,with food and drink...I 'just' happen
to glance around the room and spy the one couple...
billing and cooing...feeding each other..eyes and souls all alight..
I want to kill them and stomp them dead....
but I know now why I have to avert my gaze..
I cannot hold that feeling with any truth in my heart...
Damn those fuckers!....bless those fuckers...
they are healing me...
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