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25 February 2010 11:35 PM
and we're out of tourniquets

Everyone yearns for heaven, and nothing binds you to the hope of eternal life like that kind of defeat on Earth. Maybe its not defeat. Perhaps you must be divine to see the meaning. But as the mortal I am now, I know this much:

When someone you love that much leaves you behind, so all at once, there isnt as much of you left to die when your own time comes.


How now? When you love someone they hold a piece of you and your heart, and when that someone dies, do they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of your life with a hole right through you?


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