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Amy. Malajusted. Rejected Hope. Catastrophic Memory

K'dOUTinAZ

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Amy, where have you gone? And what happened to that little girl who would let someone in? I will never see a ghost You left responsibility, trust, reality behind and self-destructed. Is it just me, or did we have such a tight connection? Let's try and do this together. And we did, so what happened? Didn't we say "I love you" every night? It was a Saturday night, the last day that we talked, the last day that you were really there. A breeze on a cold Wednesday blew your dignity against a never ending cycle. You just couldn't hold on and that hurts me. But not enough to jump, you did first.

Mrs Kitty, maybe you can help me out here. Our connection is never-ending and I know that if I obey you, you will never let me down As long as I keep coming back. Spiral me into that place of confussion that I love...I loathe I may just find Amy in a sea of desolation and disconnection. Her soul is here somewhere, I can sense her smile. That little girl who abandoned it all for sick treasure. And here I am. With you. The only way that I could feel your soul. You know that I am here. Anguish, empty void, torn from reality, no conclusion. I'm stuck. Where am I? Is this reality or delerium? I dare not ignore your presence

Amy, it is time to leave our relationship. I know who you are, and it scares me because I am no different than you. I may dig my grave just as you did. Its the leech on our back digging a bigger hole everyday. There is no medicine that can help us. You are just like me. Mrs. Kitty let me see who you and I were. I will miss you. I will never see you again. There will be no more phone calls. Your answering machine will left on, one million messages a day, but no answer, no call back. If only you had someone to trust who really loved you. The bullet only goes were it is told.

The pink bunnies that jump from tower to bushes, the black horse told me not to believe. It told me not to live by my soul. To be afraid. I haven't changed. I can't change. I will never change. Goodbye. These words are my last. I just don't understand The birds fly backward, the direction that I am heading. When the angels pray, it isn't for us. Amy, life does not start here, it ends here, these are my final words to you. Say goodnight. I still love you.
 
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