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That which will never be. Beginning of what, that is to say, who am I?That which will never be. by *Austrobarbarian
Bestow upon you my problems, and forget we even met.
Between hate and love lies how I feel, about you and about myself.
Forgotten and twisted, I live in this paradigm that is life.
Destroy and rebuild. This will for ever be my policy.
Broken and left for dead I will exist, forever keeping you in my memory.
The loneliness of my bed will for ever express this pain.
And in this pain I will find destructive piece.
I will forever lament for our eminent death.
Only because we ended before we started.
In Front In front you sit while the professor drones.In Front by *Austrobarbarian
In front of me everyday for four odd months you sit.
I look at your beautiful locks of red hair.
I think of how soft it must be.
How loving you would be.
I think about how it could have been, if we would have met sooner.
But this place is random and unforgiving.
We are all but numbers here.
I see myself with you one day,
But then laugh it off like a Freudian slip,
Then you graduate and drowned in the ocean of life.
I feel as though I may never see you again.
This truth leaves me indifferent and smiling.
Fear Sweet angel I fear you.Fear by *Austrobarbarian
I fear the sweet thoughts I think of you.
I fear what you have been.
I fear how much I love you.
It scares me how much you make me tremble.
It scares me to know you are still in love with him.
It scares me to think that we will never be.
I face my fear, although it will slowly kill me.
It scares me to know I love you enough to torture myself this way.
But I will not drive you away, because I am scared to loose a friend.
I live in fear, both healthy and ill.
My biggest fear is to loose you totally.
To see To see with my eyes, she is beautiful,To see by *Austrobarbarian
To see with my heart, She is ugly.
To feel her with my touch she is soft.
To feel her with my emotions she is hard.
And I feel the fatalism we shared has died, and our paths have diverged.
Perhaps because of her jaded stoicism.
Perhaps because of my distant, frustrated expectations of romance.
Either way, I have become numb and indifferent as she has always been.
My self effrontery has subsided.
Neutral 
Sta.sh
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I here the black birds crying.
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Every snow flake that falls from the sky has been newly born and is a fragile little baby. So, when you catch them on your tongue YOUR ARE EATING A BABY!!!!
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"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned / Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned."
-Congreve