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Thursday, March 10, 2005










Dost thou know of a broken heart? One brought on by irreparable loss, with naught but silver-laced tears to keep company in the yawning chasm, terrible and yet so overwhelmingly welcoming?
A broken heart can be lethal, a slow poison in those who are frail and already weakened by mortal life. The void is yawning, gaping, tempting.
How can one save a mortal soul from its ragged, tenacious grip? I watch as this fragile soul doth slip ever nearer to the crumbling edge of the darkness, the pit as voracious as ever.
Never have I felt this feeling of helplessness as I watch him. What can I do to save him from himself?





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