It's been an agononizing, eternal tourture session without you. I've growin weak these last few months... Without you, what have I become? But a hollow withered shell of a man, no direction, Nothing but apathy and depression. Without you I'm flawed, as if a machine missing the few vital components it needs to operate. Without you I've actually faded, going from a pale, luminescent white, to almost translucent, a sickly individual with nothing to live for. Outcast by those who knew the person that I was once, but without you that person ceases to exist. How long the days have gone since you left me. From mere leisurely hours of contentment and happiness at vision of your lovliness, to painfull tourturous days without set times. Just continual agony and excruciating lonesomeness. The soul that thought it knew love inside of me has been corrupted and twisted by your egress. Left to be perverted by the harshness of reality without you. Everyting so much more painful without you. I fear these last few days could have been my last, arsnic ready to make the journey throughout my system. Until a ray of digital hope shone down from upon the high resolution pleasure machine, to salvage that broken pieces of a slowly decaying, withered frame. I feel now that I might be able to go on, knowing that you still think of me, even if breifly. The hours upon endless hours you've been in my thoughts and dreams are the only things that have maintained me thus far. But now I have been given a reason to ressurect the man I used to be, you are the reason, your love is the reason, that even makes this hellish place worthwhile. Without you I would die.