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mercy
If I could be any part of you, I'd be your tears
Conceived in your heart
Born in your eyes
Live on your cheeks
And die on your lips


Sunday, August 15, 2010, 5:41 PM
Day four: Incoherence

"It is like coffee without coffee or sugar, utterly bitter it numbs the senses and pains the heart"

I miss the way I used to write, my writing style is rubbish now.
With my standard of writing now, I can't seem to get anything across.
My writing is like an empty shell, soulless, housing nothing but grief.
Grief is something, it resonates in the depths of a broken soul, and weighs it down.
It is shapeless, intangible, and something you can't perceive until you've lost someone you love dearly.
Grief leaves footprints and burns scars, marks you can't erase.
Grief is not sadness, it is a longing for something lost.
Grief ails the mind.

I can escape, but how far can I run.
Not far, I'm not that strong.