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Thursday, January 17, 2008, 1:41 AM

My insides all turn to ash,
So slow.
And blew away as I collapsed,
So cold.
A black wind took them away,
From sight.
And now the darkness over day,
that night.
And the clouds above moved closer,
Looking so dissatisfied.
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing.

I used to be my own protection,
But not now.
Cos my path has lost direction,
Some how.
A black wind took you away,
From sight.
And now the darkness over day,
That night.
And the clouds above moved closer,
Looking so dissatisfied.
And the ground below grew colder,
As they put you down inside.
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing.

So now you're gone,
And I was wrong.
I never knew what it was like,
To be alone...

Why do I continue to do this,
Why do I continue to let myself suffer,
Why do I continue to hide my emotions,
Why do I continue to dream about something,
Something that will never happen.
Unless, miracles come true.
This is my story, a story of my life,
My life woven into the lyrics of a song.
A song of unknown genre.
A song of hatred.
A song of regret.
A song of peace.
A song of love.