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here she stands. I know her, I’m sure I do, she reminds me of the past, she promises me the future. Where do I know her from? Where have I seen her face? I can’t quite put my finger on it. I think it was....no... that’s wrong...it wasn’t there. It was close to that but not quite. It seems like I should know, it’s close to me, close to what I used to be before. She looks into my life and just stares, staring and staring, no emotion, no love, no hate, nothing...blank... as if she’s waiting for me to fill in the spaces, to tell her who she is, to create her from my own thoughts, to breath life into her. The problem is...I have nothing to share... I have nothing left to give... I have nothing left to keep. But she needs life, she needs me, she needs what I can’t give her, what I won’t give her, what the Darkness keeps. I can’t help her. I can’t help myself. I’m not what I should be. I’m not a saviour. |
