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My chest hurts, and my throat tightens, and my eyes well up, and its like your part of me. Its like your necesarry for me to live. Without you, I would crumble, like ash, when you poke a burned out log in a fire, I would crumble, sending out a shower of sparks. Im barily alive. The only thing keeping me here is the nonchalantly said hellos as I pass you in the halls of misery and hope,and seeing your face, an undescrible one... where nothing seems to happen, but the bustling of peoples bodies, like a fast moving throb, like were all one thing. Its a shame really, how things always seem to turn out. Too bad, really. I can dream, I s'pose, but I wouldn't dare think anything better would come of it. Not now. Maybe not ever. What is this thing, this feeling? I have never read about it or seen it. Though I am feeling, of that I am sure. I dont know what to call. Or rather I am too scared to name it...