i hate my life, this life. hate it. long periods of 'without her' punctuated by brief periods of 'with her'.
i want this emptiness over.
except for those brief periods where she smiles on me, it's empty, i'm empty.
it could be so much more.
if only she were in it. in it more. in all of my life.
i want his life.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
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