I like having a pen and paper around to document my thoughts, anything that can take my mind off you... I concentrate on the glass that is set before me. The thoughts of you are haunting me... I wish my mind was as clear as the glass. My heart is full of yearning, my eyes are filled with tears, and my soul is full of despair… Why... Why? My mind is consumed… I look down; I did not notice the warm blood running down my hand from the shattered glass that I must have shattered in my haste of loving you...
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