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September 30, 2005
Brooding
I wish that ye could hear me, my love. In the ways of old; speaking silently. If only I could hear ye alone, to at least know that ye are alright.
It's been so long since I've seen ye. Did ye listen to me, and now shant return?
I wish ye hadn't...He can teach me so that I will never harm ye.
I'm...not even sure where I'm going with these thoughts to myself.
I'm lonely, yes. Moreso since he pointed it out to me. Telling me that I'm in need of friendship and causing me to realize I've nothing. Not any of them, not Narus...not ye.
Posted by Nybrylla at September 30, 2005 12:55 AM