Despites the darkness that surrounds me with it's forboding presence, there's something soft in the very air that I breathe. There in the atmosphere, in the very presence I dwell is another in spirit and emotion. Their love is known by the very thought of mutual touch, words, and thoughts. Simple love and dedication is never forgotten, nor over-looked, for in this darkness it becomes a necessity, a drink that inspires an insatiable thirst, only known to be sated with one's soft kiss of affection. To speak of the loss of one, is to destroy the fabric of another's heart in seconds, where repair can only be done so little, for in this injury true presence is needed. Yet is true presence not there, is it simply physical presence that is lacking when affections stretch the miles that one's hand cannot reach? Can we not desire all that we are forbidden with our bodies, yet enabled by our minds? Can we not hear the whispers that speak the words that the body can never truly express?
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Where are you O.o
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