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Thursday, March 19, 2009

i wanted to blog.
but i cant find the topics to talk about.
-sulks-

for days on end she wonders of things that could have been.
the eyes that used to have a never ending grip on her heart, the words that enthralled her every breath.
where was that she contemplates.
the tendrils of hurt, pain and betrayal grew and crept through her blood.
the scores of memories deeply seeded in her mind.
how does one forget things like that.
with a snap of the fingers, the whisper of magical words or the whisk of the wand.
what is she to do.
his voice calls in her sleep, his smile haunts her in the midst of dreams.
why won't they keep away, why won't they leave her be.
her heart yearns, her dreams scream his name.
when will his grip on her be released, when will her boat be free from his anchor chains.
oh would someone take her hand and set her free from the chains so invisible.
set her free.
oh won't you set her free.

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