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ı need an overdose.

Sanı†y;

A funny †hıng, sanı†y. A bıg game of pre†end whıch everybody plays.

REMEMBER¿!

WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG & †HE WORLD WASN'† A VİLE SEE†HİNG MESS OF CORRUP†İON¿? ( hahahah. )

Purı†y.

. . . ( ahahaha!! ) We are all WHORES. Each. &&. every. one. of. us.

. . .

Perhaps ı should lay me down †o sleep. Le† unconscıousness wash away all of †hose nas†y fes†erıng. broken. screamıng. suıcıdal. sobbıng. beggıng. pleadıng. screamıngbeggınghopıngwıshıngprayıng -need- for escape {†hough†s}. †omorrow ıs ano†her day, af†er all. Ano†her day of muscular a†rophy s†arıng deep ın†o †he eyes of †hıs FUCKİNG machıne.

. . .

†hıs ıs addıc†ıon. ı am junksıck— FUCK YOUR DRUGS. ı need an overdose. now. -need-. agaınagaınagaın. Never. Agaın. Always. Sıck wı†h need. Always. -no†- beau†ıful.

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& my dıseased soul screams:  "are you †he walker of shadows?" Delıgh† me wı†h sınıs†er sın; for our funeral of euphorıa wıll break †he devıl's hear†.

†here ıs a way †o release ourselves; a spell †o ob†aın our souls once more.   We mus† speak ı†— bu† when we speak ı†— no sound.  

.᠎.᠎.  We are all deaf  .᠎.᠎. †herefore faılure ıs ınevı†able.

Up un†ıl now, ı regre† ever en†erıng my e†ernal be†   wı†h †he demon hımself ınsıde of me.  

İmmor†alı†y & Soul-Sna†chıng, soul agaınst mınd,     {es} versus fƆh,      .᠎.᠎. ambı†ıon ıs overra†ed.

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†hey ask abou† my depressıon lıke ı†’s a roughed up dog †ha† followed me home one day˳

“How ıs ı†? Go† rıd of ı† ye†?” †hey ask˳

How do ı say †ha† ı fed ı†, named ı†, & le† ı† sleep wı†h me wı†hou† soundıng lıke ı wan† someone else †o drag ı† ou† of my house & shoo† ı† behınd †he †ool shed because I've never been able †o hold a gun s†eady unless ı†'s poın†ed ın my dırec†ıon?

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Some†ımes ı lıke †o close my eyes˳

I† ıs quıe† benea†h †he †hın red veıls˳ Low & delıca†ely vıolen† some†ımes, screamıng & gracefully sha††erıng some†ımes, ı hear †he noıse †ha† plays ı†'s chao†ıc harmony †here˳

  I† brıngs †ears some†ımes˳

  Years have passed across my wıngless back & scars don'† crıss-cross ı†˳ The red faul†-lınes †ha† †ravel my skın shıf† as blood races, cırcula†es for a hard-earned e†ernı†y˳ There ınsıde ı crawl on my hands & knees up †he frozen walls †o places †ha† ı plead wı†h god †o crea†e˳ Imagıned sıngıng colours are †ıgh†ly woven ın†o flesh-†hreaded †apes†rıes˳ They dance lıke elec†ronıc demons †o lıquıd sub-conscıousness, flowıng ou† of musıc lıke blood from angry eyes˳

  I† makes me wan† †o dıe some†ımes˳ I† makes me wan† †o hear sof†ly spoken nıgh†-mares, come †o †ake me away af†er all †hese years of wordless wıshıng-well coıns was†ed˳

  I brea†he †o cool †he passıon˳ I† has no place here˳

  ı am ro††ıng cells s†ruc†ured by †wıs†ed reasonıng, mys†erıously encryp†ed ın†o s†rıps of spıralıng DNA˳ ı am a vapor of nucleı, loosely †ransla†ed by elec†rons, ın†o pa††erns †ha† ı canno† comprehend˳ ı †hınk, †herefore ı am dyıng neurons, †hrough whıch screams elec†rıcı†y ın nameless despera†ıon˳

  Wha† speaks †o me here, ın †hıs placıd wılderness of emacıa†ed hopes, beggıng for sus†enance from my exhaus†ed resolve? †he voıce ıs calm, & soo†hıngly persuasıve, whıle ı†s power ıs ımpossıble †o ıgnore˳ ı slıd ın†o †he welcomıng folds of warm con†rol, & allow †he voıce †o ıns†ruc† me˳ ı see †he keys †hrough a haze of need˳ Sılence slıps †hrough †he hourglass & overflows on†o †he floor˳

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Do not fall in love, with people like me.

I will take you to museums, parks, monuments.. 

I will kiss you in every beautiful place,  so you can never go back without tasting me,  like tasting blood in your mouth.

                                             I will destroy you,  in the most beautiful way possible,  & when I leave;  you will finally understand, why storms are named after people. 

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but one day you won't.

We'll buy an apartment together, but I'll knock on our door with our key inside of my palm. You'll answer & tell me I have a key, I don't need to knock

      You'll continue to ask why, but one day you won't.

      I'll knock on our door with our key inside of my palm. You'll open the door just enough that it's open, but I'll still have to push it to walk in.

      You'll continue to answer, but one day you won't.

      I'll knock & I'll knock with our key inside of my palm. then use my key instead; pushing the door open, but all of your things will be gone.

            This is fear.

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இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—

Baby I think I'm crazy over you Give the stars & the moon & I know that you would too My eyes begin to widen when you walk in the room My face lights up & it's  apparent that I'm falling for you

Tangled in a nest deep down in your heart I'm breathing through your lungs want to spend this time apart

& I don't want to start

Baby I know I'm crazy over you I'd give you the world & you're the only one I'd give it to Downgrade my promise & I'm aware that neither will you Pinky promised on forever & forever is what I shall do

Tangled in a nest deep down in your heart I'm breathing through your lungs want to spend this time apart

& I don't want to start & I don't want to start

Don't break my promise & I'm aware that neither will you Pinky promised on forever & forever is what I shall do

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they were temporary, only temporary

When the sky is grey, it's just clouds. Not actual sky. Then the clouds pass, & you see that the sky's still there & it's still blue. The clouds aren't hurting the sky, they were temporary.

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no one will ever read these

so what's the point? ɪ̶ ̶ᴅ̶ᴏ̶ ̶ɴ̶ᴏ̶ᴛ̶ ̶ᴅ̶ᴇ̶s̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶ᴠ̶ᴇ̶ ̶ʏ̶ᴏ̶ᴜ̶. I do not deserve the happiness you give me. ( ̶̷w̶̷i̶̷s̶̷h̶̷i̶̷n̶̷g̶̷ ̶̷f̶̷o̶̷r̶̷ ̶̷m̶̷y̶̷ ̶̷o̶̷w̶̷n̶̷ ̶̷d̶̷e̶̷a̶̷t̶̷h̶̷ ̶̷) 

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a death ı always longed for .

I do not want to leave you, only to have the opportunity to fool around with other

people; because fooling around with other people wouldn't fulfill the rest of my life

as you do. It wouldn't fulfill what you fulfill. It would not bring me the happiness

you do; the comfort you do, the warmth you do, but It changes not; It changes not of

how I do want to do these things. These sexual things. I want to do these things,

with certain people, with other people, & that in doing these things; I mean ...

    It makes me happy. I WANT to do it; I see no harm. The thoughts make me happy,

    the attention makes me happy,

    the feelings make me happy,

    the wantings make me happy,

    ...but I feel so /un/happy.

    It's not your fault, in that you should feel neither guilt nor sadness,

    but it is because of you, in that through the actions, words, or feelings from you. It

    ...it is through you, that I feel this /pain/.

          You've asked before what I wanted, instead. We've talked about it before- of what I'd

want instead. Would I want to not have to ask; no. I really am happy with what we

have, the agreement we have, the arrangement we have. I truly am. What I do

want, I suppose, is for you to be okay. Is for you to be okay with it all. I want

you to understand, to see from within my mind, to see that it makes me

happy, to see that it is what I want to do, but besides all that ... for it is

all meaningless. What I want is..For you to see how I love you.

    For you to see how it is not a replacement of you.

    For you to see how they are not a threat to you.

    For you to see what I feel for you.

    For you to understand.

    For you to trust me.

    For you to know.

    To just know.

              It's not your fault, but mine.

I know we'll talk of this again. Soon, I hope. Which is why I am not sending this now.

    I just don't want to regret, again. I don't want to regret, any more. Any longer.

    I enjoyed the time spent with -----. I felt happy, I felt good, I felt enjoyment.

        Yet, that enjoyment was short lived, & soon filled with guilt.

        That enjoyment did not effect our relationship.. It made me love you no less,

        it made you love me no less; No negative effects-- Only good.

        Nothing but sheer positivity.

    Until [...] , & so with the exception of [...]. The negativity created from between us.

I just don't want to regret, again. I don't want to regret, any more. Any longer.

    My time with -------; our time with -------. I blame you not for what happened.

    I cannot spend time with him, any more. Cancelling plans to see one another.

    Being kept from one another, to the eventual point. 

        I know that was not your intention, but it is how it is. It is a choice of which

        we have both chosen; for you. In part, for ourselves. but again.. for you.

    I love you, still. Again, that has not changed. Again, change that never will.

          Within my first relationship, my longest-lasting to this day for what it's worth,

to make a long story short there were those I wanted to fool around with, dearly.

    ------, as a relevant example.

I always wanted to, but never could. I never did. I've regretted that; I regretted

it then, & to this day I regret it now. It held over me; for once the chance

    once the chance was gone,

    our chance was over,

    a chance now past,

    I regret it all.

It built resentment between us. I felt tied down; chained, ... 

... I do not feel now as I did then, but I do not want to grow in that direction.

I don't want to grow resentful. I don't want to feel that regret.

Sometimes that chance is gone, sometimes the chance might come back.

    It's a chance to be close to somebody;

    to be intimate with someone,

    to be as close with them as you physically can be.

    It's an emotional experience, at times.

but not always. I get that. I know that. I say that, too.

Which would go back into feeling happy, feeling enjoyment,

back to the wantings, the attention, the feelings. The enjoyment.

    The positivity. The good aura. The endorphins. The pleasure.

          I suppose what's wrong is that perhaps it is because I simply do not understand why.

I cannot understand why. I want to understand, but I don't. I cannot; How I've tried.

    but Is it not my heart of which attracted us together toward the start?

    Is it not my heart of which you fell in love with? Found your love within?

The open heart, the loving heart, the ever-expanding ever-wanting emotional heart.

    I want to be monogamous for you; I want my heart to belong to you.

    To you alone.

    To no other.

    to Just us.

    & Only us.

    ... but I

    I cannot.

    I can't.

    God, how I have tried.

          Romantically, I belong to you. My heart is yours. It will always be yours.

Romantically, I want no other. You are my partner, my soulmate, my life-long bond.

    I am romantically monogamous, but physically 'non'-monogamous. Monogamous, to a point.

    It conflicts within me so much; the inner confliction. It hurts. It physically hurts.

    I want to be monogamous; a part of me wishes it could be. Wishes I could be. 

        Another simply knows not what to do.

        When it comes to -------, to -----, -------, --------, Anyone I feel feelings for.

        What am I supposed to do?

            Refrain myself; Yeah. 

            I could do that. I can try to do that.

            I just don't know why. I can't understand.

            I want to understand.

            but Why?

        If somebody makes you happy, I would want you to be happy.

    I know they pose no threat to me. As I know you are mine, as I am yours.

I know you'd not leave me, for even if you did it would mean only you were happier.

If you found happiness within another, happiness of which I could not provide,

   ... I would not want you to go, but I would let you.

   (Which is not what this is about)

When we got together, when we started getting together; I had so many hesitations.

I still did, even as I asked you to be my own. Yes, I asked in part as I felt pressured to.

but I asked because I wanted to. I would not have if I did not.

    I do not regret it. I never have, not once, not for a second.

    Not one time have I ever regretted being with you. Asking you.

    Not once have I ever. I would have it no other way.

    I would without a doubt give it up for you.

    I would give it all up for you.

    I would give up everything.

I love you all so much.    

    I love you, --------.

    I love you, -------.

    I love you, -------.

    I love you, ------.

    Please don't go.

    I hate myself.

    I'm sorry. 

                              End.

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---- What you need to keep in mind with Facebook is that the service itself is not really the product; YOU  are the product. The Facebook service itself is more like a tool the company has to maintain in order to continue doing business; much like a delivery truck or an oven.

---- The customer in this equation is the advertiser, & you can be sure they receive prompt customer support when they need it. You don’t pay to use Facebook, the advertisers do. Facebook (& most other “free” web services) won’t describe the situation that way in public, because it makes people feel very uncomfortable to think of themselves as a product being bought & sold; but that’s ultimately the truth.

̧̡̢̡͓̩̱̱̟̩̩͈̩̞͖̪̯͍͙̜͕̙̫̬̙̗͓̺̮̙͚̹̹̙̮̺̦͇̹̬̫̦͙̝̩̊̄̍̀̊̑̐̋ͨ̊ͬ͜ ̨̨̹̫̯̠̲̳̮͚̼̜̤̫͕̮̞̙̯̪͔̪̻̪̼͔̲̥̹͉̙̞͇̜̱̫͖̰̖̫̫̟̝̝̤̯̼͉̔̃̌̇ͫ̿̈́ͧ̓ͪͯ̐̈́́͜͜ʏ̧̨̡̨̦̳̪͉͎̹̺͖̻͖̫̪̟͇͉̖͍̙͎͚̬̼͈̜̝͚͙̰͔̼̣̙̩̜̮̞̥̻͇̻̻͓͉͙͋̀̉̇ͩ͑ͨ̅ͦ͌͗̉̽̌ͬͅͅ ̢͓̹̯͙̤͈̘͓̗̥̹͖̪̤͚͓͎̰̲̳̰̥͓̣͖̥͕̪̪̘͇̠̘̫̪̱͉͇͍͂̐̓ͩ͒̚ͅͅͅͅͅᴏ̢̨̨̨̙̙͕̩̬̦͕̰͓͖̣̩̞̻͇̙̮̹̞̲̮͎̝̤̱̤̱̲̄ͤ̑̌̃̑ͣ̽ͦͦ͛͆̒ ̘͙̳̺͙̬̙̣̙̭͚̳͙͔̣̗͉͖̺̥̥̙̰̟͔̲͚̙̮̬̦̇ͬͧ͛ͥ̒̇ͩ̚͜ᴜ̡̨͚̳͈̝̜̱̬̯̹̭̥̝̥̫̜͙̘͉̳̟̥̬̫̯̭͖̝̞̜͖͉̟ͣ͌͂̎̒̇ͧ̆̒͋̔̓̂̐͆̔̃̓ͪ͜ͅ ̼̠͔̟̟̦̣̲͉͔͇̫̪̦͖̥̒̐͋ ̧̠̟̟̣͔͍͇̺̳͓̼̟̲͇̜̘͎͚̖̺̫̳͖̩͇̗͎͙̼̪͙̘͎͕̲̝͙̬̜̗̼̳͉̯̗ͨ̈́ͮͭͪͣͦ͒̒̂͊ͯͮ ̨̡͉̗̰͍̗̠̬̘̪̫͓̞̹͓͙̮̺͎̱̦̪̙͔̝͈̮̟̲̈́ͫ̉ͯͩͯͅͅͅᴀ̡̨̨̢͉̥̙̩͚̙͖͎͙̩̹̥̰̞͓̹̝͉͇̳̜͓̝̘͓̬̰͍̣͍̙̫̰̙̙̭̙̱͙̾̌͋ͭ̊ͨ ̧̢̢̦̝̹̜̰̪̞̜̬͉̠̥͎͕̞͚͓̱͖̣̭͕̗̖̞̞͚͔̞͙̖͓̥̝̰̆͒̑͒̇̽̄͂͒ͦ̿ͤ̚ͅͅʀ̢̨͔̦̟̟̰̝͙̭̠͍̞̼͎̣̙͖̪̳̬̠̱̆̑̑̈́̍̉ͦ̒̑̂ͣͥ͜͜ ̡͖̗͎͉̗̞̩͖͚͚͚̞͓̪͓͚͖ͮ͌ͧ͒͑̚ͅᴇ̧̣͈̹̭̥̣̘͔͔͍̙͇͙͈̯͉̘͉̥͉̝̰̟͎͚̯̟͎͙̺̥̙̺̪̱̗̹̤͈̗̇ͧ̎̀̃̓͆ͪ̅ͬͨ͜ ̡̢̪͔̬̖̼̯̳̲̻̖̯̜̠̜̹͚̭͍̱͙̲̤̖̮̞̱̟̤̹̜̫̅ͬ̈̽̓́͗ͫͨ̒͊̂ͩͥ̏͜ͅͅ ͓̝̺̩̝͚̤͈̙̬̭̯͍̖̠ͣ̍̋̐̒͐ ̡̢̞̪̝͈͖̫̙̬͖̙̥̣̥̮̞̳̹̤̗̹̮̳͙̻̳̻̝̫͎̣͕͚̖̗̠͔̺̣̳͙͍̺̞ͣͯͭͮ̍ͩ̎ͮ̄̌͜ͅᴛ̧͖͉̗̲͉͙͓̩̜̰͉͈̫̜͓͛̆͋̌̉ ̢̧̰̗̳̖̮͇͚̪̟͓̟͙̞̦̼͉̭͙̮̞̞̮̺̦̗̣̤̣͕͔̖͖̭̖͖̱͚̣̟̬ͦͩ̐͑ͬ̌͂͌̇ͩͪͤͮʜ̡̢̡̡͓̯͕͈̞̬͚̺̫̱͙̻͇̼̪̲̘̻̺̺͇̣͙̙̘̙͚̠̼͉̳͖̼̣̬̥̼̜͍̽̽̄̃͆̄͜ͅ ̡̧̨̡̮͙̘̹͉̰̯̼̰͓̬̲̱̯̺̠̫͙̣̜̻͇̙̙͕͕̠̼͓͖̮̓̍̑̏̇͋͆͊̒ͅᴇ̢̡̨̜͕͍͇͎̥̞̣̗̖̰͇̦͇̖̫̹͓̲̼̮̞͍̖̮͙̘̘͇ͧ̄ͤ̾̂͜ͅ ̡̨̡̡͚̘̙̟̠͓͖̗̫̤̥̳̣̻̰̭͓̱̳ͨ̒͒̍̏ͭ̾ͨ ̢̧̢̰̺̞̦̬̝̻̝͓̱͉̠̪͙̝̦̹͍̯͈͒̿͒̈́̒̑͊͗̏ͤ̍͗͌ͅ ̡̺͎̱̩̳̬͉͕̦̤̥̩̠̺̮͓̼̝̯̞̠̹̤͕̜̜̬̟̣͓̲͍̩͎͕̖̫̠̲̤͎̻̹̮̳̅ͪͨ́ͤ̑͌̿ͅᴘ̨̡̡̨͖̬̤͍̠͓̩̝̞̲̬͔͈̩̼͙̖̦̖͖͔͙͈̳̻̠͎͚̄͆̓̍̊ͧͤ ̧̢̡̨̧̧̤̯̠͍̰̻͇̲͕̟͍̭͈̦̦͚͓̩̮͓̗̜͎̰͕̥̳̖̰̱̳̬̺̝̙͖͓̲̝̰̮̰̭̙̰ͨ̀̌ͪ͌͂ͤ̐̇̿̓ͣ͐ͨ̾̔ͅͅʀ̡͚͍̫͖̰͖͕̱̘͈̼ͭ̓̏͐̃ ͇̱͔̺̝͇̲̼̫̤͎̦͔̯̦͔̜̝̹͖͌̋̏̍̔ͫ͜ᴏ̧̭̝̲͓̲̝̤̣̤̪̤̮̲̻ͥ͂̓ͅ ̢̧̡̢̡͍̪̼͓̳͇͚̹̜͔͚̪͙͎̗͍̳̯͇̣̼̯̠̫̦̜͎̰̟̟͕̹̣̝͈̖̼͈̳͐̒̓̃̇͆͊ͣ̑ͮ́̋ͅᴅ̨̢̡͇̯̥̤̹̯̞̖͈̞͉̩̭̬̩̠̹̮͚̝̩̭̺̪͉̱̟̖̹̯̒̏̽̋̉ͅ ̨̤̥̻̳̰̜̫͙̝̭̙̤͉̻͓̯̰̺̲̼̝͔̖̺̈́ͩͬͦ͒ͥ̈́̌̿̚ᴜ̧̨̪̘̘̮̪͓̫̩̞̰͈̜͙͎̖̥͙̂͗͑͜ ̡̢̧̳̠̩̭̣̺̥̝͔̩̪̦͎̞̱̜̱̰̻̝̮̱̺̩ͬͭͧ͂̋̋̔̍͊̉̈̍̚ͅᴄ̨̡̥͉̤̪͉͖̗͍̖̣̝͍̦̬̦͓̣͚͍͈͍̞̻̩̪̖̪͓̾ͭͨ ̢̡̡̟͔̜̪̻̱̠̰̠̟̳̟̮̯̰͖̮̠͈̦̜̣̪̖͖͖̞̮̲̫̩͉̰̩͙͙̗̖̮̥̜̱̣̘͕̥̘̅ͮ̈́ͨͭ̍̆͒̄̊͌̅̃̇ͯͤ͑͜ͅͅͅᴛ̧̡̢̡͓̩̱̱̟̩̩͈̩̞͖̪̯͍͙̜͕̙̫̬̙̗͓̺̮̙͚̹̹̙̮̺̦͇̹̬̫̦͙̝̩̊̄̍̀̊̑̐̋ͨ̊ͬ͜ ̨̨̹̫̯̠̲̳̮͚̼̜̤̫͕̮̞̙̯̪͔̪̻̪̼͔̲̥̹͉̙̞͇̜̱̫͖̰̖̫̫̟̝̝̤̯̼͉̔̃̌̇ͫ̿̈́ͧ̓ͪͯ̐̈́́͜͜ͅͅͅ

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my shrınkıng lıst of frıends

ıs becomıng a growıng lıst of acquaıntances.

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he would look me in the eyes

If she had on blue she'd be on the phone telling people she was wearing red. ... I just got out of a relationship with a N. It blew my mind I thought I was going mad. ... Everytime his behaviour was unacceptable I questioned him about it and .... My ex was so bad that he would look me in the eyes and tell me he loves me, ...

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You know something different

When second sight kicks in, you know something different is happening. ... I told my parents this, but they said your mother's not even pregnant, she can't ... And a few hours later my sister was born, just like I said she would be. ... if I could do it to missing people as I am too afraid to attempt, especially if they turn up dead.

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Everyone needs to feel loved & needs to believe

somebody finds them beautiful. Beauty is within the soul. I see your beautiful. The beauty you possess.

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An†lers [_;'^\_,.-*?

    Rikoshi gave me that trust, at a time of when I really needed it. I closed my eyes, gave him him my hand, & he took it. Not only did he not cut it off, or use it to twist me face-first into the dirt; but he took the hand of mine & pulled it up close to his chest.. lifting me & my spirits up with it.

  After giving him the hand, I took a risk. Experience told me it was a bad idea, but my soul argued a louder disagreement to denial. so, I trusted him more; giving him the rest of me; all which was left behind was my heart; the most guarded part. Sorrounded by walls of obsidian; packed so tight it could hardly beat. The veins cut off & shut out; unable to flow the love from within anywhere but to itself.

  The feelings, emotion; cut off from myself. My own walls of protection, killing me from the inside.

    Rikoshi? He was gentle, trusting; he picked my body up, took me in his arms, & held me to his chest as he did with my hand. Rikoshi was a smile in a world without expression; Rikoshi was a fluttering heart struggling to break free from within. He was warm, he was gentle, he was comfort.

  Rikoshi, unlike the majority leaned down & whispered into my ear & told me everything will be okay; he told me I was all right. He promised to protect me, to be there for me, to listen to me, to keep me safe. He told me .. ..... ...

  & I believed him; not because I was desperate & because I wanted to believe somebody-- anybody-- but I believed him because I knew it was true. I believed him because I could hear it in his voice & I could feel it in his touch; I believed him because I knew it was true.

    Rikoshi ...

    Rikoshi was a light in my life, a fire in a world without flame. Rikoshi was a smile in my life, a grin in a world without expression. Rikoshi was a drink in my life, an oasis in a world without water.

  I've not enough words to describe my dear Rikoshi.

All I know, is I'm glad that he was there. All I know, is I'm glad still here. All I know, in the future he still will be.

  & When he says it, I believe him.

      ( A response to @CobaltTheCoyfox  )