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Saturday, January 14, 2006
Passion ~

I couldn't wait for everything to stop. I just wanted my head to stop spinning. My life to stop . My head is filled with a thousand bees all buzzing at once. I don't know where I'm headed. I'm looking away. Tears wound my eyes. They feel burnt. Everything used to be so simple. I'm going insane. I use to know things, and now I don't. I feel as though I'm in love. My heart is burning in the fires of hell. My stomach is hosting millions of butterflys. I think I'm in love. Your smile. Your eyes. Your words. Their killing me. Electric energy pass thru us whenever we touch. We have nothing in common...and yet everything between us in perfect. You keep me alive. You keep me sane. Your my original sin. I don't know where I'm going. I feel as though each time you come closer, I move further. I'm afraid. I've never been afraid. What have you done to me?
To make me feel...Feelings that I have never felt before its driving me insane. Words are only words. Yet...What we have is more than words. Energy passes thru us. Language is not a barrier. We don't understand each other and yet...We know everything about each other.
x Try to understand me.
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