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Written last year.

03-13-07

We are living in a tragedy.

Just give me a confirmation of the end! And I swear I'll stop trying.

It's funny how we all fixate on things that aren't of much worth. For some reason I feel obligated to find out why we can never work. But you've convinced me by looking into your eyes that we can meet up alone somewhere and improvise a situation to make us whole again. I have become your extremity and you've kept yourself away from me as much as you could. I don't understand why you think I would damage the most important part of you;if anything, I'd donate my heart if it would help you get through. If it were possible, I'd do it. I remember when you used to tell me the same. To find comfort in knowing I am a part of your life again...your soft breathing softly lulling me to sleep...yet I can't stop shaking......