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Sunday, 17 April 2011

I feel.

Shooting pain without pain killers.
Universe without stars.
Sun without glare.
Cigarrette wuthout a light.
Heartache without the heart.
Suffocation without the hanging robe.
Thinking without the working brain.
Oozing tears without the eyes.


Frostbite.
Frozen.
Excruciating.



Shadow has been such a good dog. I feel guilty I havnt been a perfect mom to her. If you do say a prayer to God sometimes, pls help me pray that He wont take her away from me now. Plz. Thanks.

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