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A victim exists day by day;
A victim used to have my face… Rainy Days
Grey clouds hiding blue skies means another rainy day. Lately, those make up most of my life. A hint of tears to fall from the sky & my eyes. Nothing seems clear anymore when rain drops even from a sunny view. The wind cannot make up its mind whether to caress softly or push hard. My emotions mirror rainy days. Grey eyes glistening with moisture that could fall suddenly. Love that could flow gently or overturn violently. Dreams unfulfilled… Bittersweet Memories Memories come to my mind of a bittersweet friend I used to cherish deeply. Nearly eight years of my life was shared freely with him. In the end, my heart was broken & a special piece of my soul was missing. Never did I think it would come to this. He never knew how much I was shattered, even though he had to have known how much he mattered to me. Sometimes I wonder where he is. If his heart & soul belongs to someone he calls a soulmate. Does he think of me as I think of him. Regrets flood me as I remember how we went our seperate ways. Even though I desperately wanted to hold on, I know now what a mistake that would have been. This is the first & only time I shall ever put my feelings into words about him. I know our paths will never cross again. No one will ever mean as much to me as he once did. He'll always remain a bittersweet memory of my past. (For Wylie H.) Writings 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10 , 11
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