Fire of the dieing heartHeart pounds, mind races with thoughts of confusion.Fire of the dieing heart
Flames of an old romance never seem to die.
They linger on, never being extinguished, no matter how hard you try, even after you moved on.
You still can not get your heart back from the one you loved.
And for some reason you do not want them to give it back.
Their eyes trimmed with tears, their voice shaking, they tell you how confused they are.
How someone new stole their heart from you.
As they stand there holding yours, as it beats soundlessly, the
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i ate a whole load of fibre-glass insulation
it wasn't cotton candy like that guy said
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my stomach is itchy
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"Oh! I haven't shown you a picture of my wife! Here she is, my angel. I tell people she actually looks like an angel, you see here? The white looks like a halo on her head. Can you see that? She's my angel..." Wikus (saddest damn thing...)
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