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The pain is screeching inside of me,
Like icicles tearing through my every being;
So very excruciating is the melancholy pain,
Like a wild, lifetaking fire that runs through my veins.

I do not wish to hurt anyone,
I do not wish to be a monster. . . .;
But wishes do not come true,
And so, life must be started anew.

This hollow, aching feeling,
I wish it would stop, but it does not recede;
Every beat of my heart, every breath I take brings reality closer,
The reality that it is not possible.

Love is not possible in this world, not in my world,
Everything was so bright before;
And now it is all gone;
I shall travel the world alone,
With nothing, but my shadow at my empty, coreless side. . . .

Is it him? In the distance?
There is a figure next to him.
Could it be? Is it a she?
The figures touch and my heart seems to have split in two.

All this time I believed the ache was from being away,
But now I understand;
We never were, we never could be,
So I am left to face this world truely alone.
No us, no we. . . .only me.