a love that touched a part of me that what was thought long dead to scorn and cut as deeply as any knife physically and emotionally. to scar an already blacken soul. love has turned its back to me so i attempt to turn away from it. And as i do i find which i already know emptiness blackness and despair and a longly for which i may never have. and yet i cover i don on one of my many masks to cover the pain. i cover it a pretend its not there that i am happy and content. as if i am not weighed down by my past and present and the fear of the future.
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Thanks for your sweet comment hun, I'm doing better and I hope you have a wonderful weekend!