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AVerlinden Jul 2011
Hello, pain, my old friend.
Can we converse
In tounges again?

Splintered feelings
And despret calls
Leave me alone
In desolate halls.

I must return
To the world I know
Of feeling nothing
Of feeling cold.

Pain: so easy
To believe
I'll stay forever
With no relief.

— The End —