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Created on: December 18, 2008
The pain of another heartache is like falling of the roof of an endless building and watching every floor go by slowly and as every floor goes by they change to images of all the years that have gone by
The floors are years now and all the images of all the heartache from every year that goes by feels endless the pain never ending with all the images spearing the heart like sharp daggers wishing the ground could finally come to ease the pain and break the fall to stop the heartache
The non stop pain of all the hurt and betrayal that has happened in that life and the soul scared for the next life afraid of the next knowing it must eventually face it's reality of coming back to this world or lifetime and with hopes of grasping a better trail walking down a different path to complete
To this soul I apologize for the pain and suffering of this lifetime and the last with hopes of the next life being better and no more heartaches no more pain not hurting anymore not having the heart hurt and the soul scarred some more I try not to allow but I can't promise that
To promise no more hurt is to say that there will be no others around and it will be just this one walking around alone and desperate to feel again to feel the touch of another to feel the love of another what would life be like with no heartache
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